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Jun. 9th, 2014 | 10:31 pm

sun from the north
sun from the south
and a garden full of friends
who lean toward you

they hand you raisons and lemons
envelopes full of wind
scented with saffron and cloves
a procession of longing

the great fires of the world
are a veil between us
as I watch them pursue
the bright gazelle of your words

the one true solid

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