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Not the city lights. We want
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Baudelaire went
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like / I’m hell bent on
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but it’s a beautiful place.
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Empty / your basket of figs. Spill your wine.
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Shedding toughness
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Whatever the time of day, whether the sky is florescent,
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these twittering birds have nothing
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lightly and you utterly will become
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acknowledging / a person the way a wing
