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swarm season finds me weary and urgent.
we split, nostalgic. scout bail in the eaves
or a busted brake light. less a danger
lest we lose even more. a container
not an address. not just time, my cloy thief
time crossed ought crossed gone. for want of merging.

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  1. oh wow, love that first line sound

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