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I wish I had a Saudek beauty tinted greengrey under window and cracked wall You could have my sky and turn it over in your hands like a shining promise or broken bird I could give you seven minutes of a winter morning with the boldest smile – like an intrepid princess in black sweater Stained plaster, a nervous portrait yet that hypnotic child is piercing blue. My sacrifice still reluctant It is a hopeless worship. Temptation of decay. Could I be red brick or dark unswept corner but given dignity then you could have my most fragile song and the map to all my hiding places