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12.ix.23
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no groan, just roar
some of my best friends are monsters
and passionate too
you should hear them
things they believe
you should see the teeth
the young among all ask
whose future
whose are you thieving?
it’s my own innocence I’ll stake
deeps of a breeze
in the standing up part of the day
and each adds something just to be here
you can take it from me
I love the path just I have trod
no harm
it’s like a fire of my lighting
I could christopher it days
and there’s my mother father calls
it was their idea
a sort of shame one feels to walk past
to find out how deep things are
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