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instead of a prayer
the arrow
up
rumble by
road
frog
listening
in lieu of
hunch
this
stumble on blind
is what it
is
do what we
do
gentle the
house
with
thought let
the facing
towards
a question
the taste
like rust
a kind of
rotation
weather
coming
possibly a
poem then
talking to
myself
again
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