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Who can read the world? Its paragraphs
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My head opens up to the sky.
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They stretch, fold, roll away,
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I walk through poetry out into the world.
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Everything was beautiful
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He said he was the cloud
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This is the beauty of being alone
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We carry a pinch behind each eyeball
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the angels have no wings
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nitpicking my way through the world
