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Must jump up!
Must run!
Drums!
Guns!
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We feel every swerve keenly
We see every bend
We sense every crest
Every knee bends
Every eye sees
Even when we sleep deeply
We weep
A
War wracks any state and always has.
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Tied like this, I find I sigh mightily.
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Follow though not for long, thought of owls’ hoot, of crow’s foot shows moons through blooms sowing songs on top of roofs.