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- 10 minute spill
- I've got no eggs in my basket
- and the whir of the machine obscures
- those voices which might answer mine.
- If your pink tongue could catch the dribbles
- of plum sweetness before they fell,
- and lick them away, it is certainly quicker than mine is.
- Standing, toes pressed against an invisible wall,
- cliff edge, clouds jeering at gravity to break my fall.
- What goes down must come up eventually.
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