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or a collapse of self, girls like Sophie love romance, and never mind if you tell them to shut up and spread their heart again. Straw Man I do not remember balance, the standing. I am scarecrow-still as black birds torture my eyes, sit on my head in defiance of all sanity and rule with my arms and their bending, salvation from wicked wings, stuffed and straight. ***
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I never flew, did not ever want to fly, never hoped to ever fly, never even wanted to hope to fly, but I want to bend my arms again, want to reach my fingers out and feel them twitch and tremble as they touch the skies of your face. I want to come to you oiled when you call, inviting me to share the motions and flight of your bed and dreams, and script secrets 
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