833
nothing
to be done
a mother study
in one room
how things were left
another still to do
you expect to see dragons
no such thing
in the mirror but
that was the year I was born
I come out as far as the day is up
a little bird flew through
to the letterbox
in one room
you won't know what door it has
I think I could remember there
yellow just like the winter with us
echo just like I said
that's as far as I go
it's always hungry
I am
someone has eaten all
let day in with the birds
I bless
must have slept through the storm
all parts aching with a sneeze
the keys are gone where I left them
the sky is a colour too
the rabbits are gone again today
so dry
we are all sinking
and I have to be the one
who is here
that was a good day
far past now
it's staring sits today
one more to wonder at
me - that's
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