From Here

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the tip of the taste on the tongue of a trout s     s
                        until you can smell the water
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                                                    a cliff in a forest
                                                    three dirt corners
                                                    away from a dream
                                                    of my childhood home
                                                    where everyone's there
                                                    but none will accompany
                                                    me significantly
                                                    yet
                                                    i cannot see
                                                                       tell a vision
                                                     through
                                                                 to them