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two rows of cabbages
were it not for that singular smell
take my bracelets
grieve not for the invisible
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
tripping up, falling down
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
those black eyes i once so praised

 



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