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In the dark
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Feelings can't be measured, can't be weighed, can't be evaluated. I imagine invisible wings flitting inside us close to our heart like butterflies on flowers. Unpalpable, elusive, colourless lace. I'd like to be able to touch them, see if they're hot or cold. Perhaps…
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now, you'll create sorrow. This typeof rain only exists in itsown country. Your invitationmust dissolve in your own hand. Likean hourglass, made from a certainkind of light, it will guide you home,if you let it. Leaving at yourdoorstep, remember, this poemis about a poem…
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