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      the 
        rising song 
      last nights 
        dreaming 
        a cold sun that lays over the land 
        this morning blue smears left shining 
        on the swell of the earth 
        swift creek 
        seasons tumble down the length of my body 
        blood on my thighs and 
        a crow swings flapping 
        to the height of a pine tree 
       
          
        
      
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