Dearest Emily,
Your face - a clock - poses on my Brocan wall
And I find in myself those which are -
Soulfully and so Beautifully - Yours alone.
Let them burgeon from the Missing Eye.
But pray you - E - for the sake of rainbows,
Largo - for the pen..
Until the Sun grows dark;
Most always Yours,
Coraline
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