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4_4.
no belief in borders
still clawing at the walls

& crawling on the floor

how i came up out the crib
& hopped off the porch

i need those o's

pop the lock
when no one's home

for the reason

culture got me milk
& now i'm here for the honey
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[i]got2chill.
i still feel the fever
from ghost show to graveyard

i crossed ancient markers

slipped away in sleep

pouring spirits
of the old westcott theater

i woke up in the middle
of the dead sea

still

learning to float
while walking on water
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