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No Breeze
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Michele
—the True Shore Can Be Glimpsed
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And The Rain That Falls From The Cold Grey Sky Has A Colour That Afflicts My Soul
And I Slowly Got Out Of Bed
The Prophets And The Rich
I Would Write A Eulogy To Sleep
With The Soft And Soothing Voice Of A Confessor Giving Counsel
Seen From A Distance
In Dream Form
As If Everything Were Weeping
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