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Work wake dress begin this work the monstrous mouth quiet a coffee minute knees tucked beneath me face a stone beams are creaking in this house the night has torn and rent the frame the morning finds me in the rubble you smile-slide into my sight your phrases mix into the mortar walls rebuilding strong, connected finish rise without you no walls go up (wind blows through) |
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