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[[ giving birth to anonymous speech ]]
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…the last cognizant spore sucked replete of this…
…every sigh with unsteady volition…
…over-seared breakfasts of skin…
…oxygen/nectar--salinity/procreation…
…a struck bow of thought [perhaps]…
…es grande el cielo

extend arms for the air to embrace. I whisper
extravagant space….

........... […pray it does not feel the weight
.............of my words on its shoulders…]