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Of Times and Climbs
People see through different climbs.
What is grown over
in hearts of clover
in weak and early time.
A calm tinge
in wee hours
and freed neon and drenched windows align.
And what's true
to each horizon as blue
let each be a sun unto its time
in different climbs.
What is grown over
in hearts of clover
in weak and early time.
A calm tinge
in wee hours
and freed neon and drenched windows align.
And what's true
to each horizon as blue
let each be a sun unto its time
in different climbs.
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Of Times and Climbs
Of Times and Climbs