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Tara
you live in a white house
with columns of crinoline
dogs like peacocks strolling at Tara
Tara tara
your car was silent
the light the door
my hair falling over the bannister
the hallway between us
white
Tara tara
you pulled me into daylight
shy like a wallflower, i
who prefers the graceful pose
to the dance
in the stream i saw
how white your skin
you were my secret
you were like phosphorus
glowing only in the dark
Tara tara
i did not want your name
your friends
your arm in the street
i wanted you beside me
on a summer night
on an unmade bed
before an open window
Tara tara
i do not ask the cards for you
it is too late to love
Tara tara
it is too late
tara
