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i cut my finger this morning

red blood born into the world

a storm of birds

crooked their necks

toward the sound

of spaces

in between

far away a whistle

a bark

your hair

your big eyes

your body

your body

where are you

little girl wearing the big heart?

i will look for you

in the swaying treetops

immense vastness

blue sky


present moment


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