16.7.20
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shall we call morning?
this after dream
bright
comes back to us
the office school nag
so many distances
and I was a Soviet
spy
what collars to the
wind there
so many rooms to the
dream
we forget them
the arm back in
the legup
one-thread tug
and all unravel
dust in the works
for an understanding
are there worlds elsewhere?
we have lost them
then the colours and
the voices
they will come again
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