First ledger
What does the well know that the bucket has forgotten? Light, when it arrives, arrives slowly, by hand.
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A library of his lines.
The furthest room from the door, and the quietest. The latest arrive from poems.cotek.app; the full archive lives at AllPoetry.
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A city of small obediences, and the current that polices them.
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- poems.cotek.app — his own library.
- AllPoetry — the archive.