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arrive
good morning always
where I am
say it to be simply there
just where – place of
I must call it weather
it hasn’t happened yet
good morning
head full of sleep
come among my makings
never here before
where guess what’s next
as if the track
stretched out a hand
so as to say
it’s you
new in the empty land
in others see the raw state
I’m the first animal here
and the kisses come
a song out of windows
in this skin
all lit
shone around
like glory
just the one shot
at a day
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