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and I do not apologize because as I say I was not to blame, I was unshielded
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I attempt to read ellipses,
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A ball caught in flight,
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My body is dust and bone.
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I begin to imagine the chances against
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Red scarves silking endlessly
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And I had no more Eyes
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Which is the sound of the land
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take this, hurry.
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White snow. A winter landscape, & the hush when I come back to it as bitter & serene