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Uncross
Uncross your eyes and stop thinking about it they told you in third grade but you did not cry you had a faster mind to stop and think about that running sneaker across the gravel and how you thought you could fly.....
Now you sit in a room cross-legged and cradling a globe lap-size with a rusty nail in the continental divide......
(Don't start a war or a fire on the lawn)
Loose nothing upon the crags of your eyes...Out there it will fall on your head, split it in half, start a chain reaction, cyclotromed to blush and blend you into nuclear dress......
(Look at what it does to you)
Invoke the poetic ghost, host some doors to futurize through, leave the webbed wing, the triangularity.....
(You are not Old)
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Meghan G
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