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A certain slant of light
Dust swimming in the air
Honey and rose
Color the scent with gold
Breath would be thick with it
Ashen pipes and oil
Glint hard under the down of earth
Ancient lines and working lives
Poured here
Captured in time
Vines upon stones
Like veins on bone
Curl blossoming and breathing
The waking embraces
The sleeping
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