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I explore possibilities
in the courtyard of the day, this second away all the escadrons of my thoughts at the gates of this still unconquered heart the swords are out the words are all shattered and glimmering sharpened by the rays of the sun coming across the bridge or cutting through the streams of my blood in flowers of light light as feathers heavy as heartbeats disguised as sun nets Shakespearean traps of my breath the words are spiraling glittering and swirling down the drain of time deep Elysium blooming into your hand, my life this poem
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