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why / was my life
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Goodness is not the point anymore
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In a mad orange flare
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Like a steel Dryad, and her gaze effaced
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let’s stop for one second,
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much longer in my chest. Soon it
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I am flipping open the dictionary of myself
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I can’t remember how
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We forget the present tense for flight and
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The eve like a fragrant legend.