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Mar 2023
His heart became like a dessicated root
And he walked around the world with a stiff spine,
Because he was afraid that the first thing to touch it would simply
crunch
Its vestige into dust,

And he would stop existing.
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
(Another place)   
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