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The cool change I lay out in clouds while the sun falls into cold time edges beautiful and grey I want to say, on the ends of sheets this is like walking through, full of rain scattered within me I am preparing to go out I want the ends of pages said though edges are leached I have exhausted the means it is also like the rise to switch towards what I wanted to say, on the tips of leaves we have rain which was full and streets poured away Jill Jones 3.10pm, 16 November, Sydney