The guarding of the child
like a shadow
dilated smoke
The rest of this afternoon
an absence of centuries
a love scent
All the words in the world
like a shadow
dilated smoke
The rest of this afternoon
an absence of centuries
a love scent
The growing clarity
pierced animation
astringent
All the words in the world
waiting, forcing
a fly to fly
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