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Jul 2013
I want to make magic
In your bones, piece together
A stone for your joints
And make you move through
Space. Here we are,
Glittering like stars. Let's count
The galaxies from where
We are and spin and spin
Until we fall into each other,
This blackhole where our
Heart curls up and blinks awake
When the moon comes out to dance.
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