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Spilling over

Between the blue,

while I stand smitten

long, long lengths above

holding my pebbles from spilling over

gladly agreeing with gravity,

there must be a witch.

Why else would I chance,

all the bones and sand

of my fortress built of all things lost,

for a moment’s call?  

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