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7.vii.23
4.189
the assumption
for godsbother
back
to the dream
sky
pinking yet
picture
how it felt
try
and try to be there
as
if could be taken for granted
as
if would always be
but
a little sun let
already
daybright
so
come to words
fold
hands thus in
I
can’t remember who everyone is
I don’t
remember why
then
where to take my waking?
this
fucked up world is wide –
a
constant subject of prayer
go
back to a name
as
if we all knew
as
if there were no question
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