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1800 things to question
The constellations engulfs me
by the potter's field at the end of the street
the trees,
none of them are green
or brown with long trunks,
or red bleeding from branches.
Yet,
none of them are strange.
Cabinet of curiosities
for children at play,
fine wires
to the candle of the devil.
And peculiar reminiscence,
were not going
to dream of lollipops and divination
only here and there and old memory,
blurred and clung to my brain.
Catches gloomy weather
in black nostalgia.

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