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May 2015
run nimbly attempt
fall as whispering
((gauche))
why? I still run
why? I still laugh
why? still I tumble
and scream
((gauche))
fit tightly to the mood
run as far as you can
fall as hard as you want
((gauche gauche gauche))
compressed thoughts
continue to swirl
energetic boredness follows
why? I still live
I hate this one
hunny
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hunny
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