summersaults, baseball, balloons
gravity
at play
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in sleep
she mumbles
my name
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old records
familiar tunes
songs from the dead
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...hea...mur...rt...mur...
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3 AM hard rain beats on the roof of my brain
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city rhythms
horns, sirens, shouts
urban rap
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blown from their perch
autumn leaves
dance1
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summer solstice
empty classrooms
thresholds
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privileged
to observe
my decline
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eclipsed sun
stars appear
aging
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