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Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Octoberpoem
What the eye sees and cannot stop seeing,
and what it never sees.
What the ear hears, and the tongue tastes.
The heart is shaped like a cloud at sunset
and dark, and heavy, and the rain
it puts out falls to the ground and deeper than that.
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