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looking for something
in another language
tripping over myself
dark spots
where the kitchen, staff only
all this time doing what I cannot
thinking where must not
and over the page we come
know nothing of this world for square
I remember the valley before us
as if the river had been
as if inkdeep
perfecting time
the night all travels none know
room of the chat
and the carpark under
on the street
everyone under their clothes
equally naked
and in their thoughts as far below
just as once wept for
as unconvincing
remembering where we’ve not been
we are feeling it all
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