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who's there? come crawling, colored in memory – lavish dancers, retched un-believers – You’ve lived there, refuse to venture back, recalling the fear in your heart ‘til the plane sprang from the runway – that last glance: “I’m away, I am gone!” that evening, you were crying – then I heard you out on the deck talking to them. |
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