Talcum

In the evening we smelled talcum
And tiny white queens of the night
As we passed by the stairs of room.
Once out we saw talcum-fresh girls
Who giggled for nothing in the sun.
Their eyes had memories of the noon
When their books appeared top heavy
And their eyelids dropped for sleep.

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