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a very remarkable history this is
there is no flock, however watched and tended
when night drifts along the streets of the city
i saw with open eyes
braided and woven
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
that year
there by the window in the old house
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
soft as the bed in the earth

 



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