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the cave (I have a garden that grows in the dark but I never found you, unknown beauty so what good is this work? feeling along the sides of the cave, often going outside where flowers just as dear have chosen the supplemental glamour of reality . . . And if at the end of healing there is nothing? I try to rejoice but I was placed between worlds to hear what you so easily gave up, unknown beauty—) as the red appeared (fortunately her popsicle they swore the bird flew —and I was aware of you set down from the athanor, that hovering in the trees— by the phone had left pan of ashes a red ‘pitchfork’ 67 ...

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