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Don't worry about
classification,
We're all born as new stars.
Watch us brandish our
emotions.
Watch us mend a broken wing.
Watch us watch a cradle
rocking.
Classification nudges us to put
frames on things.
The universe has no frame,
Constantly reaching outward.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2013
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