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when I first found
myself in the mirror
of course it won’t be for me to remember
a stream to follow
mere night
and that was ponding sky
pyramid, dollar and grief
you too
messy kid
made my own mystery
a haircut
demons and all that, you know
followed a little white cloud
well under a stack of already days
consider the ant
their system, belief
another language there, a wink
cadenza
the sadhouse
each abandoned to a room
the moment falling is forever
that’s just where we are
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