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Through the window you gaze,
panes reflecting morning's clarity-- -
it's when light settles
across furry innocence -
I found my nail
lying broken upon damp sheets -
Bright yellow tufts--
framed naif face, -
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he'd pasted her--
onto still life pages; -
a plethora of words
finds little space. -
distance drifts on breezes
elongated by shadows -
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where have the bodies
of September fallen -
boats ran away, this sea of emptiness, endless
into the silence of wind, like promise, fleeting -
Amidst the green, the hills did rise
And yet left valleys filled with guise
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