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Keep my legs...
Blindfolded I reach
past the mist's stale breath...
...
In seconds...
You decide to give yourself up...
they won't ask if you're not presenting
a closed art gallery...
I fill the population
a lost voice croaking...
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Just as day lingers on that final hour...
I carry this sadness with me,
I carry it in my heart...
I've watched the wound grow on your heart,
depression- an angry black spot you can't rub off...
Breaking of her wings-
taking off her color...
I hang plump peaches on scorched branches
with mending juice for your dry blistered hand...
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