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If I’d Write the Day…Three Hundred Thirty

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If I’d Write the Day…Three Hundred Twenty Nine

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Burn punched change
Wingspan timeline
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If I’d Write the Day…One Hundred Twenty Seven

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Serpent twisted
Step into whirl-
pooling center grace

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If I’d Write the Day…One Hundred Eleven

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Time with precipice
Writing rhapsody
With unknown eyes
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If I’d Write the Day…One Hundred

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Day broke
SKyline falling out

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Metanoia

looking into eyes
of two faced stories
one side voice
two side pencil

mingled footprints
walk garden morning
glories bloom to wilt
in parallel journey

tracing echo words
with dull points
chasing sentence
beginning from end

soul speak counts
lead mind hides
one hundred tears
falling from sky

running color revealing
pellucid waters
voice inhaled word
word exhaled voice

swirled in puddle
splashed in echo
story made song
walking into the duet

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