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This is how
I wanted
it to be
All that we are
and never
quite li
ve
Like something
you know by
not
knowing it
and in knowing these things
you may know us.
or
when the snail ran
without its shell
and
your burning heart
had a pleasant smell.
I'm tired
It's been years
since I slept well
maybe
it was in the age of
Tinkerbell
in your canopy of words
scaring off the wilderness
and the stinging Sun
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