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your sock

harbors

an itchy seed

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hawks

stick to

the dusty pines

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shadowed

by

swifts

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a yellow

level of

dandelions

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a raspberry

sneaked into

the house of grapes

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the hole dug

in the street

a lily in it

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fallen star

sifts through

your fingers

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somebody’s wound

finds you

in bed

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the worn keys

reflect the light

bulb

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