Hardly the blink of an eye:
the spring
your spring -
Let us give you credit:
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Not many people to talk to here
The birds I miss
the hares too
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I try once more:
I talk about myself
But they hear badly
They do not listen
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On his brow which
Bleeds quietly
A picture
One of many
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OUT OF LONELINESS
He takes for himself
The right
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TURNING CIRCLING WHIRLING
That is the loss
Of every connection
and the hills dance
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