Each departure was

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They said and I did not believe
each departure was

Out looking for a companion.
I see her on blanched carpets

Of paper. I cannot say as if
a child, when a child, when not sea-

Water, how to call her near
aged? Now in the presence of fruit


Neither plucked nor withered,
bare to the branching of wings.

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