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tilt
it’s when we’re
furthest from
we walk into
the sun
I grow a tree
beyond myself
it’s not just
me
creatures come
sunning
preen for the
mirror as if
how fearless
all the gone must be
there really is
no tomorrow
it’s all about
balls and how they spin
a tilt
game on again
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