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{ cry pour down / in process, oketurah } |
la luna was there this morning the darkness holding i swept back the covers excited to spend time before the light the heat welcoming the windows open the ocean of cars the river of their sound washing hidden behind the residences. the night was long dreaming in morning the pencil scrawling over the pages to capture, empty. the night told me to keep opening it came through the paper and colors.
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