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immutability

as wheat bent in reception
so our mouths lift out to the sky
into an embracing escape
for ground is the paraglider
and the panorama the billows

you know once the music starts
I still be someone
though I am flying to a no come back

as daisies purposefully prior
for the stare and a hand drawn gaze
at the geese over extended
and be released from everything
as we tend to give line

TOM BLOOD

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