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Eve
Still, seamless, night
AM
Light comes and the Half-dead summer dawn Wakes me
To
Wednesday 6th September. I am sad
Sad like still ill
Like still stay home hidden here ill. Breakfast.
8:30
I walk there
on September the sixth 1967 a Wednesday
the back way.
A thin grey birch and another marks 47 houses and 9 minutes
8 sometimes If I rush
And
My small shoes shine But my little life dims.
November 4, 2015