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I did not know it was you at first. You tricked me in your feathered form, a fine white tuxedo and black tie, your dark shoes polished to shine on Mars. You were a god to me but I still didn't recognize you at the lake. You floated out of the dark, froth
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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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