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7.151
1.vi.26
it is one
day
there’s my
hurrah
dress for it
you’ll undress
too
reminiscent
yet
all its own
has
the hallmarks
the
lit moss
smoke
from next door
bones
in which to feel it
do
you think that you’ve been given this?
a
cockle warmer
did
you see it coming?
how
can it matter how we’ve come?
it’s
a hic et nunc
tautologous
too
just
this
a
twig in boots shake out
a
kind of finery
every
turn of the clock led
only
a day ahead of tomorrow
one
day
nor
is it any other
are
there more to come?
will
yesterday yet stand?
no
one to thank
none
to forgive
you
couldn’t have chosen this
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