As you were sitting near the window
For the birds arriving from distant country
Your voice gently settled
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On the ground in front
A heap of children
They writhe
Like the fish caught in net
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Because I can't cope with the inside
I keeping on escaping outside
I get out from the nose and mouth
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In a grain of sugar
Dances evergreen
The sugarcane crop
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1.
Books come looking for me
They are longing
To meet me
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The sea is just next door.
Its skin has thickened,
layered over time.
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