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Blunt and bold were the wet spots.

Tonight the moon will sit on the gazobe,

It was a damp kiss of an image.

The brown rice were not yet ready.

Can you understand the agony of a titan, which

I would not understand your fabric, when you come

I felt you, through your words. Tight and

In search of wholeness, the words sit around me

This paper lantern in lake was in love with you.

I believe in you, O tidal mouth, where the salt