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Fill me with ideas, and then with full sails I will set forth and plunder grey banks, forgotten lands where long still moments can be exhumed blow a breath into this life first I remember the blows tap tap tap at the shards align, realign, resigned, remind I've been sent back to fetch myself, the child the child once devoured picked up in tender arms tenderly beaten the strong whiskey winds blowing blowing held just above the floor, feet swept up feet just above the floor, swinging into each blow beaten again to stop the crying beloved child feet on the floor you are welcome here you and your baggage you will fit right in you will be loved unconditionally |
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