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It was sudden, definitive:
the burnt-out season's burnt-out leafy litter,
the burnt-out evening sky, the burnt-out movement
of cars across the common, the burnt-out cries
of children indulging their last escapes and calls;
and closer still, the eyes sting,
and I wonder whether this is all it is:
the burnt-out moans of my burnt-out heart.
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