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Summer was the beginning of it all, Green, bright, sun-summer with thick bubbles Winter could not brandish or dispel.

Earth was in our eyes and blinded us

When first we kissed;

But, bubbles will burst, you said

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Ours, a polished-stone, smooth love Was shiny-safe, and then

You were right, as always.

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FRAGMENT I

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RUDO EU noc= UDAY

CUCKO

Tom Fielding

She pulled the shades on the windows of her soul . . .

And looked forever inward.

If it be death. . . . let it be swift

As the instant between lightless sunset and night.

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Sten Russell

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