I could barely seethe swift nowwhich had long sinceleft its markupon the fickle skyits wake becomean afterthoughtan echo caughtin other timesagainst its will,despite all thisthe swift remainednowhere to be seennot like a dreamwhich tends to lingerlike a stain I can'tidentify,indelible ink,it seemed to fitnot like a gloveI think I've misseda clue that's founda place to […]
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