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Drinking cold coffee,
Why does my life lack windows?
Sat in the staff room.
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Fairies in the loft,
Bag of rags, unwanted art.
Unwritten stories_
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Another summer,
The low light of bedside lamps
Cuts into twilight.
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Dead badger on road.
Two ravens sat on a fench.
Thistles ten foot tall.
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Middle of hot June,
Green garden is overgrown.
All giant thistles.
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Reclining in bed,
No windows in my bedroom.
Sizzling heat of June.
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The arts split thusly
Realms of imagination.
Realms of inquiry.
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