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Stumbled and stored, this wakefulness
speaks only of decor, decoyed
by dumbfounded doors, pierce
as likely as before—all
moors. A gnat who clamps
upon this hose, in dignified
despair—abler spout to
what cannot be spare. Silence
as the breath announced spends
volumes to rescind, just
wind.











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