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5 Emerald Draped Rocks
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His mind now empty,
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with no season to come,
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like mist reflecting light, beneath tumbling falls,
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suspended by an anchor,
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  in a selfless ship,
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it’s nearly not close, to that, nor this.
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The moment was felt, it’s already gone,
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(like those 3D glasses that came free in the paper)
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on the flat of a hill, past a ticket booth, southeast facing,
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5 emerald draped rocks gifted grey nothings,
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a lone drop of rain,
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sung
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with the ocean.
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20 Mar 07


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