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Dec 2020
mist rose along the edge

scrub out scrub out that feeling

erase all marks or iridescent gestures

draw it inward until

it becomes outward

play the games

until all rises into absent beings

the beetle crawls fondly across the floor and we leave it

a white mouse feeds at the window

a small plane flies over
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