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I was born

to view

 

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I was born

with a watchers heart

and an all seeing eye

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and for this moment

I observed

a train of clouds

pass me by

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smoke signals

from the nature gods

signalling

salty healing

wounds being saline tended

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I watch

pull focus on the near

see my life

in front of me

right here

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I rub fine sand

upon my legs

exfoliate

the lallie pegs

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the roughness

refreshing

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by my own hand

I will give me what I need

to stand

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the heat of friction

the absence of contradiction

makes everything feel like

distant fiction

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and I sit left

with not one single affliction

out of film