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sun after rain a fox dares me to cross her path
you told me you loved it when the trees changed their minds and covered the ground with a million veined post-it notes ...
I am a chick You don’t call it lit But I read it. I am the protagonist The girl who loses part of herself ...
ten billion light years away a star explodes its light still out there building the iron for my car the dust that built our planet earth ...
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Saturday afternoon - down by the Yarra we play soccer with no goals