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Pick up my wings and fly |
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Into a constable sky. |
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Look down on the world and try |
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To make you out on the distant ground. |
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Lonely toy in a lost toy-town. |
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Suspended in spiral sounds--- |
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Sounds of circular breathing. |
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I'm a kite on a silver thread. |
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Daring lightning to strike me dead. |
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Harsh echoes of things you said |
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Banished me to a thinner space |
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With unholy ghosts of your bedroom face. |
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Hands cupped to my ears to place |
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The sound of circular breathing. |
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Matchbox cityscape below---- |
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I watch lowry matchstick figures go. |
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Caught in the timeless flow of discreet silence. |
