at flea market
even wooden leg
is sold as toys
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It came swift the unannounced storm she took me with surprise reflection the mirror show current state of affairs Running temperature and sweat Spring fever awaken by the flare dawn my room is bright red through bare branches my mind clouded winter sky |
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