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Remember
with the slow, rhythmic chink of the needle
 the gathering darkness
 closing my bubble
 around the night of the machine
 the flowing, heavy river of fabric
 cascading down the leg of the table
 my hands guide it along
 stitch stitch stitch
 my pot of tea on the burner
 and a tinkle of music
 thinking back
 to a time of stolen vanilla extract 
 from the cupboard
 peeking around a corner
 before reaching on tiptoe to the top shelf 
 patting it on my wrists
 my neck
 in imitation of a real perfume
 I hope to be noticed
 for I know you like the smell of vanilla
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