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lines on your forehead change
seasons rearrange
under my feet, the earth burns
I stand on one leg and take 10 turns
nothing is over
nothing is beautiful
we stood hand in hand, with one sound
heaving and breathing so loud
but they pierced the crowd
and we are, with our feet up, on the ground
their lives are flourishing
the trees we spent days mourning
they had a half life
they lived half a strike
and now the city is aglow
because all the borders are ours, after a blow.

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the shadow swings and hops over all the
mountains
so high, they stood their ground
unlike you,
you stand so tall, hovering over me like a
monster
(that be, if i look at you
just awake from my sleep)
but i see your shadow
and i outline your hands with mine
if it's a thing you want to protect, you
whisper,
this is the way
where do i get the will to show you-
this horrendous wreck of you that i fight
in my mind.

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