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writing blind
in the night
or daydreaming
when you come to me
sometimes after indecipherable
full of a same conviction
scribble might picture yet
who is that man changing the slides?
breath otherworldly in this air
the shadow moving me
sometimes laughter dissolves a darkness
though punchline's long forgotten
an arm, a hand
as from the clouds
to blank of tablet
a welcome to the lines
hail image, plot
and argument
our sky by day streaks come
ah very fine that
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