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envelopes may

not one recall

icy times 

of crunchy

nematodes push

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ways words we

listen

to words in

nature thus

a warning

of tunes

and closing

integrity what

can we do

with language  

called

human in the 

dust fields  

of spending

and no

politics  

worthy of  

fire the grand   

trees we  

thought to

invent sputtered 

bracken to the  

winds and  

you know

how children cry

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