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can’t see me
know you’re going to miss me when I’m gone
here I am but
I suppose
all away,
fled
fragile
bitter in the
bone
and brooding
can’t see me
I’m in things
and find a
way
this is a
world done to
it’s I’ve
thought all this up
windows open
still
whiff yet
arrange it as
something to do
above the
strings
my ugly mug
my little
dance
behind the
curtains
with the
little dog
revealed at
the levers
it’s with the
voice of God
of gods
is it
written?
all counting
truth to tell
in cloud
and sunshine
missing
corner you’d
like to paint me in
little and
less I am
sands run
through
can’t see me
bury my head
and it’s so
ready or not
here I come
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