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Like the day my wings carried me cozy off the ward / and doves surrounded my face, everything on fire. / Imagine a drugged infant soaring near a…
Here the keys fit no locks. / Not that I have keys / / though if I did they’d be / brass and easy / / to fit in a pocket. / Today each…
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