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the trunks of the sawo trees,

the cold black sand,

the old burnt palace,

the dark pendopo,

the watermarked angels and goddesses,

the white eyes,

a brazier of glowing charcoal,

pretty shop attendants,

brief obi like an afterthought,

you would believe in anything,

a lake under the midday sun,

 

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