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Excitement  This is what I feel   Takeoff I'm at ease Imagining the blue waters of the sea   I land Please, I just want to be in the sand The sun's light turns me blonde
planted / my hands in wet sand / territorial spit passed down lies / hand made amends severed ties turned slips we hang from every dog has its day in traffic city stray since ours happened
I am the backpack you used
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