.Since we last spoke
The past eleven weeks
The stacks of paper left me feeling
Like sentience is not quite what it seems
When we last wrote
It was the sun and me
With cliffs as high
And fears as deep
With my magnum opus, my starry-eyed recitative
The color.
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