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up on the bluffwhere I wish I wastwisting up the pages of historymy cold feet danglingmy bony arms gesturingto summon up a little chunk of that historyin the corridor the shadows are longand it messes with my equilibriumand there's strains of a strange languageup on the bluffwhere the hardwoods jutout toward the gusts of historymy crusty mind cracksmy restless heart tracksthe fractal lines of historyin the corridor the shadows are longand it messes with my equilibriumand there's strains of a strange language
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