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| “There is candle light that flickers
And a sun beneath the ground
The sky a ghost cry of pale blue light
That saturates the town.
There is a very subtle breeze
and head lights on the blackened street
coffee cooling in its cup
and life at once slow and abrupt.
Here engines churn
and betray themselves
and sing like ocean waves
a subtle doppler of a roar
of foam and pebble spray.
And there is a girl - her coffee cool
A book open but unread -
And power from a poet's lines
resounding in her head.”
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