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morgan woodfall.

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horizon

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and when its really you on the

horizon – there you are!

i have tall tales for the day, i stand up

you receive my tight hands, do clockwork things

to my heart.

bless you I am alive

I like to remember your face and I like when I don’t have to-

bless you!

we draw lines in the sand with our toes and tails,

eyes cerulean at times, still deep black holes

from which no guilt can claw

fingers livid with tension, it passes over-

things pass over.

i stand below a blimp. the noise is improbable,

like the rattle of ten thousand beetles. black holes

are no place to lose yourself in.

you have to let it take you.

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morgan

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