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7.81
23.iii.26
between the black and the white
all this
all the colours there are
a flower up
find heavens
time drains
so many shades of us and must
the smile skin
blood falling
miscegenant, all are
red
beak
a
treerise
the
bunnies on the moss
a fox
first
light shows
it’s so
as smudge far
wings
diaphanous as guess
won’t it all fall together here
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