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After you've surrendered to pillows 

and I, that second whiskey, 

on the way to bed I trace my fingers 

over a thermostat we dare not turn up.

You have stolen what we call the green thing—

too thick to be a blanket, too soft to be a rug—

turned away, mid-dream. Yet your legs

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