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body, we've been given these pale wings,
they are not meant for flight,
mind, we are drunken without drinking,
tread carefully lest we fall down the flight,
bones, at home alone,
seeking where to run,
muscles, outside and alone,
hobbling, as we can no longer run,
heart, drinking blood, but what are you thinking,
inside me but outside it is raining,
your means of becoming undone,
soul, how are you keeping,
the unraveling from meaning we are done.
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