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prophetic
just as
things come to me
crumbs to carry
stars to sign
the borad and
verdant far
a tummy rumble
comet fall
mind inert to
this
from dream to dream,
distracted
I have hoped to
follow them home
and later,
mount a search
as for my
heatwave shade
as for my
winter sun
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