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What is it with noon
that I cannot part with?
Is it like an island at midnight
that soaks in mood
or will it be free to
reenlist from tomorrows womb?
All the earths in degree
the unity
that every morning empty
in minutae
and incorporeal sway
would be brought down
this way.
I would still have this in me
this need for change.
And of a part know their names.
that I cannot part with?
Is it like an island at midnight
that soaks in mood
or will it be free to
reenlist from tomorrows womb?
All the earths in degree
the unity
that every morning empty
in minutae
and incorporeal sway
would be brought down
this way.
I would still have this in me
this need for change.
And of a part know their names.
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What is it with Noon?
What is it with Noon?