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Standing straight on a plateau,  Overlooking an arch by the meadow, Gazing into streams of pinwheels,  Overshadowed like the ghosts of vinyls; 
i've seen an animal an animal of a certain maturity, a certain age its eyes are dark, i can’t read its expression i'm thinking about gods, men and i tuck the animal’s hair behind its ears
Flashing lights and buzzing sounds Crowds of people all around Walking fast with noisy feet They make an effort to cross the street Smoke billows up from automobiles It fills my lungs with ghastly feels
To live and to die   To be breathed life, alive, like a great ocean tide    Ashore by the seaside an eternal lighthouse  
I am made of sticks and stones. I rebuilt myself from those I found Strewn about the kitchen floor, Remnants of your drunken tirades. My bones felt hollow When I learned that yours
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