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    I could talk to you like this mad silhouette is speaking to the dusk
    soon a thousand million stars will catch fire and fly.

    your world;

    wings emerging from old women pushing shopping carts on blistered pavement
    benevolent fingertips touching some kinda stressed out heart of a privileged child

    my world;

    Do you know about

    the nests hidden in thickets?

    Do you know about all the furies of ours o do you think we can figure this out ?

    This sublime life

    this precious risk
    these awakened wings
    these open thighs
    this heart that will pose as a tidepool
    this heart that will dive from the sky into an open sea.
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