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: American Histories : They were like clouds, only damper : moving in. You’re the only person : I know. This too shall p strangers : as vipers in the gr. They strain : to be heard, their sleekness : between the blades. Wind gusts up : to extinctual miles per hour. The wrinkles, : more than years, arrive without invitation : creasing up what once was smooth : sailing. I refuse to let on : that I know. I don’t know : and you can never not know. : I’m starting to sound like someone : who may be stuck in the past, : unable to leave the trenches of who : still moves among me triggering : the lightest duties in premonitions : that I might only ever show : the beginnings of things, leaving : the rest up to the outside players, : actors hired without proper audition. : After the viewing, I’d finally reveal : the long distance world though : even I don’t eventually believe it.

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