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let us look at things, differently.

often, we do things, no one ever sees.
that is you and me. two of us
dancing on the sand.

it came
and went,
quickly.
do not wish to hide
do not wish to run
to take the boat and steer
to take the hiatus i fear
the power house rears its head again,
pouring images down
like rain.
adrift, will the sky at last explode, or will this hate
continue pointlessly, for  thousand thousands years.
numbers that cannot describe each particle of pain.
decide which
petulant shadow hides
integrity.

honesty abounds yet the flags
will find us.
went to blaenau in the rain
you may google that so best
add ffestiniog to the name
from the windows saw,

the softest steam morning

on the mountain.

the promise of another

day in wonderland.
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