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over the falling sea

the sea sea

you hear elm

but it aint no more

just willow talk

willow tick-tock

in the shaggy isthmus

bound by crater

thought and hungry penny hand-me-down

you rushed over

taking these matters in hand

(took these matinees in hand)

(bare gloss of)

merited a lover's gasp

we came

like that two troubadours reckoning on the end of brittle bone

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in thistle down

ground you jerked away the hands

covering night's only rain

frosted with your intaglioed

lair