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escaping from

the heap of grain

the mice take different routes

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a day indoors

I change the plot

for the utensils

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late snow flurries

that’s all

our thoughts are

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the man

who forgot us all

we talk to each other

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late snow flurries

you confuse them

with cherry blossoms

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late snow flurries

keep the mist

on the hill top

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late snow flurries

the daffodils

face down

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storm periphery

wet blossom petals

stick to my skin

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you catch

your skin on

the chipped blue plate

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