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here;
under stars, waking sleep
crunching leaves, soft steps,
turning bodies, wrinkled sheets,
warm darkness, speckled light

clouds of cold.

warmth can be chilling;
standing in a crowd of secrets,
ankle crossed of ankle, and the stains
left by weeping grass.

blessings.

its like hanging on the edge of eternity,
and dignity is the next stop down.
not knowing what you're going to become,
here.
because you figure that everything is terrible
when really it's
divine.





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