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Seven feet is far enough to fall,
and all the sounds that might mesh
to make the air between
the ground and its prey,
in accordance to a call
do not care for a stranger,
and so they do not intervene.
And green becomes blackened
with space and time and
existence of a stance lost,
in occupation,
for example:
An October spent together,
then alone...
And somewhere inside that line there does not lie yet,
and there does not lie ever...
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