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thank you, and the chimneys,
touched pink in the almost hour
here, now, the without with
me where, the who, whatever
it was, the black cat, most
of all things, how small
my heart became in
her hand, no her paw, her
reaching up to dawn
each morning, however

forever comes,

come

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