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to me
and
mostly me
here
am
i
in
this
silence stalking
moonbeams turn
tasting wine glass
glanced
here
am
i
in
be
tween
both glaces
catch me here
like breath
dances
what
say
you
to
me
?
...
..
.
buisness
of
known
nightime
escapes
never
me
...
..
.

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