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sometimes the wind never kisses me
leaving me within or without a line
to savor the kiss or the estimation of worth
ole in the gar

sometimes a kiss never leaves me, but
fills a heach den of my head.
What comes before letter is the previous,
until blank or the page's read.
omb is em

I haven't the time. I haven't the courage
to rashly lie across the knotty tracks.
Inside the wispty and the spirals drill,
I'll sit here with the gravel at my back.
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sometimes the foflls air
like the 4th grader who refused to say more,
and the teacher indecisive about what to do.