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the bubble is closing
now
algorythmic
looking up out of my rabbithole
two blue
shone as any moon
stand clear!
the views go else
and we?
all bodies heavenly from here
subliminal numbers
burrow up burrow up
here is a slept place
mine was breath done
lie down
be the map
dig in
a jealously guarded hour
bright tail
and here’s to dance
took up with world ache when
and must exact first spring
(all seasons for our prey)
come questions then ask
mind the doors
(need our looking after)
healed over my one day sky
I swim in a cup of storms
all bodies heavenly here
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