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Fog Clears

In one great light I am your witness

Friends of August wry comes your smile

We are here waiting by your flame

As our distractors pear our hearts

Your tiny heart in the wheels of cans

I trace the clouds for you winding trees

Nothing is impossible even sleeping to wave

Wrought blazes of smoggy evil

Our gold is singing past the dimwit

Crashing roil of satin cowering our shelter

The bitterness lead out of lies

Our love a tiny grain of black rice

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  1. Eli Eli

    Yup, and especially this – Our love a tiny grain of black rice

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