Browning...
I was thinking on my brown chair
My legs upon its back
I was thinking of a brown hat
Made of knitted brown sack
I was breaking my brown doll
Its parts in a brown square box
I was humming a brown song
About my lost brown socks
Browning thus browning
I am browned as brown itself
I am a brown girl talking
And will be soon a short black flame.
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