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among the colours
here
elsewhere to bright
a book of
teeth – these friends of money
see the ant
thread of the displaced go
a street
unslept
paper
mountain clockwork
sky of all
the stars that were
a wink and a
fold in the night
muttering
through the wall
blur crowd
midst rush
field, sea,
stone, the stream run on
there’s that
face can’t help but see
it’s for
them I find my line
it’s for
them we’re here
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