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7.130
11.v.26
what’s
on the other side of a word?
this whisper
grip of grief
full throat
the giving and away
smudge smear
mind scribble
guess at the way
often there’s firstliness
a word’s worn
it was a rope
and had to haul
no other way over yet
I call it a way of life
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