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the gate

creaks open

in the heavy fog

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to see

where we are

we go higher up

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the rain

more quiet

in the ground

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blown from the plate

ants glitter

in the sunlight

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edge of

town empty

shoe boxes

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how can it be

the starlings

wish me harm

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the crows

they’re going to wake

your children

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suddenly

you’re stepping on

apples

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dusk

finds the silver

in my beard

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it turns out

the aliens

bore us

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