IS THAT THEN THREE?
I am no longer from here
and have erased all memory
now of this place from within
my veins. I will wander to
nowhere and then start out,
from there, anew. Generally,
it shall all be new seasons.
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Hot blood, and cold, together
merge. Mountain pass, river
junctions, the place where two
rail lines merge and become
one. Or is that then three?
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