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Wish the bookmark I gift you
All hidden in pages
Languages, Structures
When the wind walks in between
You ripple on waves, wantonly
Let these
Goldleaf, leather, bamboo slip, wood
And those
Running ink, translucent vein
Stumble the tow of your mind
Toss your tempest anchor
There I stop
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