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a shoulder to the sky
who’ll see?
if drear then
in this wall of rain, the day
things dreamt
we must redouble
be just as dark with them
kind of a yearn
with without
come indoors, my mind
everything the rain will touch
takes up this little cross of sun
old worlds once wished
wished away
ask yourself
what can be fixed
even when we drop like flies
it’s all of us hold up
imagine ourselves along
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