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Where once was gravitas now, a tree falls, into the highway, and me, I go up and down the stairs, I figure I may as well be humble, finally far from the stars, the skies I've looked to, now, it's the foundation, seeing how the house is put together, a world away or is it the same, a garden, a multiple thing, always, coming up from underneath, almost always without warning, a midwinter gift, grasping, calling it love, again, pulling the screwdriver out, the saw, the electricity.
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