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morning.
when night becomes morning,
it is not a slow melting of light,
not a steady run of color,
not spilled.
flash, flicker.
God turns on His lamp.
conserve energy
amid the blue
freely flooded,
i can see that
blind men are still blind,
those awake still awake.
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play in the afternoon.
half a movie.
the word.
customs.
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in her town, the people had all gone. she'd stayed...
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