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If you lift my hand, you will find stars
emerging like worms to prove there is more to earth than earth. I am no secret. You feel the warmth of my blood, and imagine my heart is like your heart, a print of the sun. I shift, day and night into spaces that breathe. I suffer. You ask me to live on the land not seeing that I breathe beneath the surface.
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