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I would knead the unswallowed lumps back down

til’ our knitted brows lay smooth again

together we could untie the knots tangled in our guts

so our chests might be refilled with sparkling new treasures

Then, when unexpected wings burst from our lightened backs

we’ll  know that sweet whispering wind is not far behind

just waiting, to lift us skyward

 

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