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I am a squiggle of imperfection,
a reality that bites...
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I live in a vessel
But I'm not my home...
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the sun that day was
beautiful and if it rained...
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Having you in my life is making me miserable,
a word I often feel too privileged to throw...
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Wood
Make of only trees...
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on the grass dozens
of decapitated heads...
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boy dives
in sea of books to surf...
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fish swim
in bowls to...
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Down, i look. You turn to see me, so slowlY
Every now and then, i turn to see you toO...
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When you were no more than a thought,
You were simply just than an egg...
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You are the prime suspect
of the destruction of private property...
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in tree tops they perched
like feathered decorations...