Ah, heaven!

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I left the chicken thawing in the kitchen sink
Cotton balls full of kajal on my dresser
And sat all evening next to the window to think

I let the rain fall heavily on my soul
Pitter patter and unravel dust in crevices
Between beautiful tiles laid neatly in rows

I left the prayer-mat crumpled beneath me
And the bookshelf frowning disdainfully
For my unscrupulous want of the desire to read

For my unscrupulous want of the desire to do anything
Other than repose on soft cushions and listen to the rain
And watch a young leaf dilly-dally, and dance or something...

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