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Hands up for armor as we
battle moths and dry skies; allergies
to love and one leg in the corner of critical
recall which will prevail I have
no doubt now as I blindly head
deep into the rosy center with moth
wings for legs and a crib to curb
my childish sight.
The art is in; the winner is
anyone who reads
this, groping.
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