now how to speak, but from where.
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And arcs of justice.
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Padlocked oh so delicately to a pulse. / It tells you in the beginning was the word.
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None is crying out for justice
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and the old years blow back / like a wind
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Be glad of it.
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(for you have to be born / with that)
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what gossip is there between the hanged & the buried?
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Who do you think you are, saying I to me?
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—Or poetry, or art, or anything that is of value or matters in this world, and the next worlds.
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look the same
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you know, like me
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