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Voice a high thin cloud
Snowflake words drift down, are gone
In certain weather.
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Voices in one ear
(Whisper) cold bitch blown to breeze...
Find that sleep draws near.
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~~MAY'S PLACE~~
Consider the apple. Consider King Lear. No, wait, don't; stick with the apple.
~~MAY'S PLACE~~
Consider the apple. Consider King Lear. No, wait, don't; stick with the apple.
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