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| like a tattoo (temporary) i won't wash you from me today or replace disguise you with broken flowers & chemicals i'll watch the street for an hour watch doors open close watch small branches lift as birds fly to the roof i'll watch patterned feet & saris gather dirt & listen to syllables from a kitchen i'll see the colours of bricks & painted wood i'll watch the dog with 3 legs breathe in the yard i'll watch taxis & stare at the place where the tree was & when lights are visible across the park |
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