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between the heart and happiness
green in the first day
dell
spun clover
are books of long ago
the drip lit tip
of the forest fell
between the stars
such distances as
a dotted line to mean
ellipsis or explore
can call it daylight
hear the steps upstairs
a sneaky cuddle no one
sees
the slamming of car doors
as we were shone of sun
stood a shadow
treetop fond
keep up the drums
trick of years
where hours are thrown
strings and hammers
between two heads how
far?
and now the ever after
bravery hum
and feather breadth of
a gift of borders, fences
such days of storm
must worry with
the true history of what
comes next
and having it both ways
between the heart and
happiness
wore a string of laughter
tears
I improvised a life
the writing run together
took up where the soul
left off
a rumour we were here
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