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I N S L O W T I M E S
with our dreams the blonde was called freedom
the new wine is red like a red queen
who is stirring the water in his bath
sleep in our dreams
the light is grey like the fog
and the hermit crumbles
thin with us
gently in the bath
and vanishes polymath .
02/12/1981
r.a.c.
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