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a ladder leaning against an apple tree bombs plowing the fields a pretty pebble plunges into a pond
the moon hiding behind the clouds fingers moving on braille notes a crow drinks water from a creek
they hardly speak to anyone anyone hardly listens to them
a creek kissing a crow braille notes crawling beneath fingers clouds rub their faces against the moon's
a pond meeting a pretty pebble fields blooming into bombs an apple tree leans on a ladder
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