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Heaven and earth.
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For the last month,
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What weighs
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I’ve never been a great lover
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I want to write a poem.
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Smoke hangs over our little atmospheres.
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We are being torn apart between the avidity for
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I had to be made ready for my solitary voyage
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everything we touch
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when faces called flowers float out of the ground
