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MYSELF I NEVER KNEW THE WAXY LEAVES OF BEING Grow dream and pipe design Grow sharp and to a vision of a dance That enters mind of another body/brain Slighted and distilled until that time Goodbyes and paper greetings shuffle WILD THINGS AWAIT THEIR TURN.

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