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possum
notes
come
little one
night
waking we are
and
climb well past the stars
there
is a gravity to fur
and
it can be electric
what's
up?
crash
by
you
may call it song
that
possum pointing snout-wise
snug
in the dark to see
up
into the ever-branches
here,
have an ant on me
one for the picture book
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