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Mar 29
I hold my line
I hope he holds his
we are fantastic creatures
holding this existence between our teeth
we juggle sorrows and joys
we welcome angels and gods
we touch lightning rods between our fingers

you cannot stop us
we evolve
slippery as fish in primordial waters
we are the bearers of a new age
and we will love
each other
and you
Written by
owls at dawn
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