She came to me
so that we could read a book together
She wrapped us around a shawl
We had returned from mountains
Somehow we could never read the book together
Her hands traced the alphabets in black slower than mine
I would end up wanting to talk about what I saw in them
She would put a finger to my lips
and then she went to sleep
A deep sleep and I could not go to sleep
So I sat and looked at her
and the book we could not read together
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