crumpled paper music   
 on the rippled pond   
 between the archangel and the murex   
 purpurine strangulation   
 Sunday bells   
 sans reminder   
 the bag is full of dandelions   
 going against the shore   
 she was rolling her stone.      
 A bird passed   
 smiling with a smile   
 the eyebrow of the clouds.   


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