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by the scruff
for the Gore Cove Track Series
it’s towards
day ending
streets tend
we with them
struck sudden
by slant of
sun
shade seeking
yet
breeze
beholden
far fetched
that it
should be this world
we have
out of this
house
a tree
so we imagine
the world
returned
to former
owners
how we could
be gone
clouds of
wing
less than the
light
to show
I raise a tide
to these lips
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