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Here I conduct you

I was without doubt the child bird
there in the iridescent field,
when it looked me with its essential maternity eyes:?
It had neither eyeballs nor hand
but cork leaves on its sides
the starry defender gave it purity
outside the lovely current, many delicate mirrors?
Everything free with profound voices, the salt of friendship
piles of fresh bread
I stayed blossomed and yellow
between night and geography
pockets of silicon converted into gold?
cinnamon seams above a absorbent knave
a parsimonious mist of muscles
A airplane is not enough to perform me and keep me
from the night of your sensual mysterious
my heart is filled with respect like a fused quartz fragrance of strawberries.

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