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7.104
15.iv.26
everything
by accident
no other
better reason
the
here and how
its
why and when
they
pile up
make a
present
there’s
how the daylight
comes
and goes
by any
chance
say
luck, all said
and to
advantage
one
thing, another
the
action of time is not a clock
I met
you on the track
it was
the where of feet before
there’s anger in underword
joy in the absence
light lust
how
many mouths has this word been in?
how
many ears wrenched aside?
fresh
air
a loaf
to rise
an
accident in all events
turns
from the truth to make one’s own
a very
everyday occurrence
wordlessly
at times
you
know I mean it too
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