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I'll let you pretend my nimble hands can't fix the cursive knots of your wax lungs,
because sometimes it hurts the most to be who you are. -
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Sweetest carpenter,
The forest calls, beckons you -
Long dead objects
look more alive than chimney smoke -
Go cross bridges for me, float ships in bottles
and pack before you leave. -
You know the sea is only diamonds
but earlier it was there,
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