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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dust forged by wind, not roads—a cornflower blooms in cracked asphalt, whispering move Feet never still— electro fused to earth's pulse, mapping constellations in mud Sky always vast— horizon a blue promise that tastes like rainwater and rust Home just a word— sewn inside coat lining, worn thin where the heart presses close Alone but not lost— the moon knows his shadow by name, calls him kin
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