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other people’s other people’s
dreams keep horses in shag carpet with only ghost white panties the blue field she is wearing of broken windshield glass punched and circus-shaped white monsters of other people’s other peoples’ dreams’ red auras’ caution girls on the hills oh every sentence has a number nearby city of scars unscrambled like her other stars how clear of you the elusive smell of violets seeing the same pale cobalt doesn’t always fit that how clear it was that point of you most of us don’t know much without veins and oxygen
and everything else is beginning and regal outside sun bring my arm to my face a boy walks through like walking buoyed by sky and the earth of the stones
one can change the unreal sky
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