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See me where I left
sitting by the rock wall
I taped the horizon
eclipse itself in

and out each twilight
in the hollow
echo of the slums

Each memory carried
choice of burden
and if to carry it;
wind on the building top
and you said
is hell all for a
heaven that will come?

In the north
they had a secret,
arcane sounds
traversing the soul,
what is the one
undoing the mind's
folds of sorrow?

I walked on the great plain
wind bearing against an embattled
frame, sunlight or
night I wasn't sure,
which would never come

Snowfall on an empty scene

Behind two
a swimming

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