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come
to me
aubade
you lines from scratching
have your headscope here
dark’s like you have a self to do
no bodily proportion
all night dream
the picture
dreams me
a kind of sea floor colour
spots the page
see without the glasses there
but come to me
you leaf shine
first cough
says still kicking
what a cure this daylight is
with a trill
and leaf to tip all shine
it takes your night away
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