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Heart with its hands folded in its lap.
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this sense that all we own
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and the liquid swells set in motion
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The moon blinks inside
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I’d forgotten. And reading too, I almost
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And then that year lay down like a path
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so full of grace and being
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the way every human and every atom
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in lazy time. Heed the numinosity of a laziness rune; it’s imperative to
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not the name of the one who woke in the usual way