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If I were a camera I would zoom in directly On winter trees loud with anthracite crows, The ice white ripples on a cold shallow lake; The da... -
With you not here beside me Life seems a near blank page With only a comma on it. A solitary smudge of ink Where words should build cathedr...
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Yesterday I went back home To the land of the White Rabbit, The Griffin, and the Sheep who both Rows and knits, parting the autumn reeds Wit...
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