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from one neighborhood

to the next

burn piles

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the food

we agreed upon

grows cold

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we distract

ourselves

in separate rooms

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the time of year

you only see the goats

in the dark

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a crevice

in the table where

the whiskers wind up

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the drippings

burn but soon

dissipate

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we discover

the trouble

started with acorns

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you find

your secret friends

have grown old too

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the low hills

sheets of fog

pierced by chimney smoke

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the dogwood

turns out

it was truly my friend

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