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day brink
a little agony aubade
daybrink
and
birds up
we
are so far
every
map imagined
a
run at the creek
it
lifts me
here
was the royal road
love
left us with a cardboard sign
direction
no longer remembered
but
we went
morning
bright as the very idea
sunlight
dissolves our means
far
from the song on wings
day
spreading
time
to the other place
where
it’s we are passing now
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