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  Kelley White  
   
 
         
         

Fifteen

and you quite stars were children,
difficult, the each invisible, together trusting
elsewhere that it forget the there

yourself only good, sees as the sun
and why is unlike who is.
I blame noon today, while greatest,

it leans the wild, really you, master
to doorcast force. Begin nothing.
“Shoulds” silent to the fence stick

dancing, one passage unplugged, undone,
another above facility, mystical because
endless plain moment. It’s touched,

second compassion, hollow us above,
wont their mystical learnings,
let what can, a star, begin

         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
 
   
     
 
 
       
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