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Mar 9
Watch your head through low beam's threshold
take a shovel as you enter, leave all tether behind
now put your back and foot into each uttered word
and dig, dig deep language of unadorned emotions
load that cart with precious mettle and loose ****
sorted and blameless from ****** stone sentiment
heaped near the furnace and crucible of song

-cec
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