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this is the first you spoke of itin your black magic housein a cold damp attictwo windows stare at us like eyesbehind themdecember's darkearly morning skyand a couple ofdead treeswith their ornamental starsi thought by now that ifigured your head outuntil now i thought ifigured your body outso please help me to understandbecause i love youmore than anyonei wonder in what fields todayyou're chasing dragonflies at playmy little lost girlso far awaythis is the first you spoke of it
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