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  • i would sing,
    if not for the weight in my lungs
    but it's beautiful how moving the static becomes.

    [is the secret to my freedom locked in an

    i see trunks thicken to the hard thump of the drum
    and as the last one
    two three four counts
    resound on the wind
    her chords bounce
    off the leaves

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