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cradle this role
of an unnamed
creature in our
unreal world
offer backbone
roots open into
constellations
in snowy filaments
of tired memory
you tried to believe
in figments I know
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the road home winds slow and fatigued my bicycle falls heavily in the landing doors ope...
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