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June 11 2017

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A short poem...

An Eager Substance

When the region is full of sweet-smelling shoulder
becomes love and nocturnal free springtime
and the slender roses and the miracles
the leaves the threads.
At last give forth their eloquent flute
a thunder of branches
The aunt smiles at the man
but the woman does not smile
when he looks at the oyster woman!
And the absorbent ocean
carrying toward the momentum.

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