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Feb 2020
shape without form

to exist beyond reason

will you come with me?

take our claws off

dance clever like,
    without purpose...

to make,
some reason beyond shape
like a season
      without death
or another movie that never ends. . .
just    in time
Written by
Middle Shelf
114
     --- and Bogdan Dragos
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