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a chore, worse than dishes, a fate worse than life, wax, moons, full and glorious, life and love with eyes of deep beauty, diving into blueness, illness, sickness, a guard a shield, a crutch for sore ankles, a knee that almost looks normal, a team not yet ready, the desire in place but the truth not yet seen, on paper its fine, in practice not quite, skates, old and hockey, rusting away on blades too thick for grace, a room, a mess too much many things abound plentiful cornicopia harvest bounty orange reaching for circles perfection quarters squares, fours petite cookies like mandarin oranges or fruit with no name
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