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Evening in strange-hold
magic, lasting
elegy and slate.
Fixed upon no lesson when,
as a whip cracks air depends.
Onto others culled from need,
cause is worthy climb begins.
Waiting bundle finds in trees.
Roots dramatic never ends,
more likely alien new buttered,
Candy store fishermen ghosts,
Suburb sunset moonrise.

Moonrise with waters roll in eyes,
vain, glorious grave of night contained,
the plains have hidden winds to dry,
and Jupiter twangs a key.

The lighting up ahead in blades,
holds memory filled lens,
through to see
happy lamps shine bright,
trail soothing homes blue glossy
temperament.
Skew lofty gentle limb
half-right.

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