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dances of zola |
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| (for Ally Meath) theres no machinery here there may be a buried vase or a vase suspended by string in a hole the hole covered by wood and grass there are no peacocks there may be a geranium behind that wall tall as your mother made of porcelain leaning left i might see a burning chair figures in a kind of ceremony wrapped in briars there may insects inside that mans hat someone may live inside that cow a dogs head may emerge from each of those stones i’d run from that ive counted 98 stones if i had a blanket i’d certainly throw it at every dog but i know i’d run i’d run through these floating seeds to your door |
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