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5.211
30.vii.24
in a corner of the
dream
our twinkle kept
ornaments incandescent
this is the healing here
as if all along we nested
something rampant
windfall in the moss thereof
dark gone out like a tide
though day would break the spell
tiny writing
a record kept
no one will ever read
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