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    it‘s not in me to        

       make roots

   not now        or next moon    

         i look at life

in lovers‘ strides      

        so i can always see    

     the stars

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conversations

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         trumpets and horns  

      and faint music          

           of your breath

my ears      lovers to vibrations

i turn and spot the dream  

it’s purple and smells of smoke and pepper

tell me, if you wish       what’s there to      see       what’s there to               breath