1826
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30.xii.24
in the far between
years
with some other colours
inspecting the day for signs
country misplaced
arriving from elsewhere as I am
almost every one crossed off
mornings before sun or song
prepared to populate a world
(such the tree to flourish)
often I’ll see into a picture
have to go back
messy and bitten
remember time spent us
on marks, set
sometimes silence is worse
then use the other colours
a little tickle too
concerned as far as I am
it must be a Monday I guess
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