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Witch's Pantry
Sleep, like a whisper of things I can’t remember
Is on the streets and in my mind,
and rain that falls a soft decline.
And this is fortune for me, to be unyielding and free,
this is a triumph for me, it lasts forever.
How rare and still it all looks
Like time is lost in the books
And this glimpse given to me
Is like a gift from the sea.
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