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They come in the night,

gray and heavy as languid seals.

They have eyelashes.

They make gestures.

They dismount

and hold your hair like reins.

Their horses watch

from the door

and they ride your breath

like a wave.

They come in the night,

fall and dance

like marionettes.

Their kisses are hard,

their beard stubble scratches.

They have eyelashes.

They have gestures.

Hey kiddo.

They are dulcet-toned.

They come in the night

after prayers.

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