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Create for me
a river

made of stone
so that I may look nothing

like you.




One thousand moons.

Rutabagas at slumber.

Soft birds.

Each of these
have something in common:

They look nothing like you.




A girl runs
through an orchard

like a fish,

all white and scale.
The gown

like sea grove.

Midnight is inverted,
all red and cornflower.

They look nothing like you.

Different skies.



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