elizabeth-1Whisper

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Singing to the rain, just singing through the rainI was skipping on the concrete tight / rope when the wind swirled beneath my tipping / parapluie and I took flight into the loosely

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Lying On A SofaToday: / I dropped a ceiling fan into the pond in my backyard and watched its blades / slap the shadows away into the corners of the room

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Conservation Of MassI could disassemble myself, / Placing my digits in a line of increasing size on a / Metal table,

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EnlightenEnlighten: / For the load's far too large for my / Weary eyelids to share with their

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Notebook Paper 5Frumious, multitudinous and speedy, / My toes tickle each other as they / Twitch to the beat of my seedy

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Warm SheetsI wake to doodles and drool / and lie to the beat of the / heat in my veins.

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A farewellMy ribbons are falling from the sky to touch my waiting fingertips. Tumbling and stumbling they shimmer their colors in the greenish sunlight. Here I am, I shout, outside the city of kites and crows, with my squares of paper still foundlessly floating. And the walls are behind me, though the mold of the concrete still burrows beneath my tired ears. I am free with these black feathers growing round my throat and the life budding on my pregnant palm. The ribbons wind themselves in my hair now and clasp at the back of my neck. I am of the rock and dirt and mud, yet the winds still call to my steady sparkles. So into the darkness I go, and into the turn of the atmosphere round the earth. Goodbye, my city, I stand to walk, now, I dance to fly with these wings and satin.

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The window to my leftWatch me now. / I am the hope in your soul and / my feathers are falling.

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Notebook Paper 2always steady ever ready to slice the levee / and stall the carriage so it can no longer / cut down into the spiral jetty

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Notebook Paper 3I didn't feel the hit but / I can feel the bruises / Numb and noxious and nothing

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