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I
am writing out of this
I am
writing out of this corner
this light
this temperature
this season
writing
from the changes in
and
from the difference I make
writing
a way out
I am
writing from a secret vanishing
cloud
kingdom in my cuckoo land
I am
writing from sleep
by heart
from
the loss
to
the lost
from
the depths
and
from the heights
the same
I am
chiming in
sounding off
I am
writing a way away
from
under the eye of eternity
from
out of the mouths of babes
to
you who so many years hence
must
be an absence to me
I am
writing out time
running
out on it
I am
writing these lines
never
to be seen again
there's no escape while you're thinking
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