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| There are small inept amenities surfacing from somewhere deep Inside a heart Inside a soul Creaking sounds that no one can hear can see can explain except for me |
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| And even I find it hard to put them into words into a phrase Exampling their power to the rest of the world But even so I find a way to uncomplilcate their posture their meaning, painting scrolling something sane plainly beautiful to my eyes and heart. That I ever so comfortably Cherish |
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