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the particulate matter of hatred is spreading itself across everything
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waving at the clouds: are you measurable,
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Let us feel like we did our jobs today.
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Or maybe, light appears
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I let my oars fall into the water.
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start at the stars and drop west & the light goes apocalyptic:
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In France,
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I’ve learned to step lightly
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So moments pass as though
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I’m in the middle of something,
