

A freckle isn't really a freckle
it's an island
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with its own language that kind of sounds like singing
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or a coffee stain
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left on your skin aftera sleepy morning
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maybe a city
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full of little people with even smaller freckles
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or a map
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marking the spot, or treature or secret.
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Or maybe it's a dream you whispered in your sleep,
one that will smudge off as you raise your body from the sheets.
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No, it's a pebble, or a raindrop, or a
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clue.

