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you keep the sea in your soul
so called
such days
as desert
was
top of the
head for a chimney
doom as
much
so much
luck in just one body
past an
hour these minutes
sunshine
under glass
stretch
self into a day
and more
of me upstairs
squeeze
here
sad with
the facts
a treetop
sway
prepared
again for the impossible
all the
things that could have happened
they are
with us too
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