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a poem that unwrapped itself so casually I tucked it under my tongue, just to make sure
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Watch the ocean turn to yama budo ink, darkish blood swirling with the salt water.
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Flying mammal with thin membrane forelimb adaptive wings. Amazing number of species from fruit-eating to insectivores. All capable of landing in your hair at night.
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