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FURTHER THOUGHTS JULY 1973
Listen carelessly,
And you won't hear the sounds,
Of lost loves wheeling away on tea trays,
Down the corridors
of private spaces,
In your mind.
Listen carelessly or you're lost.
DHARMA 74
Mirror mirror on the floor,
I look through you and see.
I have been here before.
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