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the bare ruined limbs / of these trees contain / hidden rivers of the sun // where shadows not yet begun / feed the dreams of birds / and their silent songs
i woke up at four / and stepped out the door / to meet my uber driver // who delivered me over / the river to fly / up to the sunrise
The fog / Undid / The bag / The lid / Just long / Enough / To fling / The chaff / Aside / To show / The dead / The way / To rise / Through haze
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