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2.338
taking the words on tour
and fit things
like whiff
like a ladder
in a little mist
take a hat to the sun
for instance
miracle anything lives
on the one heart
consider landing
tilt to twig
and in the other
take up branches
cling
then rain is valley
lovely
green
in the between trees
consider a door
and catch bright
call moon, veranda
of a lonely breeze
never knowing if I
improve the view
self of all others
I’m travelling here
in all of these rumours of light
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