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lemon-zest sunrise / in the cocktail of / the day with its icy glaze // of winter served up gently / stirred to wake you up / to the dreaming world
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a conclave of trees / in the early fog / of what would be the sunrise // the trees hold their faith and turn / their backs to the street / and i stand with them
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