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anonymous moments make
me
I take off my head to allow
eyes gone
I was, you were
it’s here for the dream
remember my other selves so
how who would land on me
who’d pop inside
a tune snatch for the weather
from pile of day to drip
the street
the night
its treetops
random as
rife
and size up
blunder through
lie out of prediction until
it’s all forever ever was
as far as I’m concerned
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