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this train cradles, honey,

like a nest like a music

and the equinox is greating

to the head of a new way

a new mood since when

I’ve been waiting one step over

I’ve been meandering

I’ve been so long

stranger than a garnet in the sand

time, honey, is just an occupation

a further agreement

some following clinks on the table

in hight contrast in low contrast

in special sweet rooms, houses.

 

red, ten

red, ten

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