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hey fortune
replace the ever
with the newly
old man wailing, fired, portent,
keeping
squealing, sweatly sojourn
onto the dance floor
echo
arms off
the challenger was a beat we knew where
to move our arms to, the legs tipping in
such a keeping
such a cloverleaf can i riddle myself this.
what's awake?
life loving breathing motion.
running.
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