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the plip plop

i am

between breaths

iambic

dust motes

idylls of childhood

a butterfly

childhood

wood ear fungus

winter sky

my parents

it's dead certain

cosmic loneliness

the moonlight

self-announcing

words for what is

my image

he has broken free

pure soundlessness

as it was in the beginning

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