10.i.23
1105
4.10
and
catch you all alive
said he
up jumped
and tickle under
every ghost once pretending
we were this that
or not
I had a name of tribe
title too
we all to airy thinness beat
the memory’s not quite
but frays
if follows me
come out
day’s hollow
and we bole the tree
in barking far
you can read in anywhere
they’ll take your breath away
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