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How Should We Do This?

Not a city on a hill
Not living any longer
There are no creaks or streams
That cut the forest
No unstinting light
No lightless inundations
No moon, ever
Nothing that travels
Fast as a bullet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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