dainty fingers

the mammals
between sleeping and waking
exchange old dresses.

perhaps it all went wrong.
what if my memory
stopped ticking
and i'm alone?

i don't think from sleep
the dirty clock will be closer.
small nations and dainty fingers
battle the end of the world.

i need to learn wisely
to always be brave.
eyes glazed
thoroughly covered in april.

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