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My Daughter Carrier Up My Daughter Unbound To the Tak of What's Missing
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My Daughter Carrier Up you are somebody else who didn’t know me ever pretend that but I was going to be here next to you and the horse walked between us really slow but really and then a fire came and didn’t hurt anybody but only the horse forgot about it then I’ll tell you what the radio said the shadow was a plane, pretend that when you take your face out of the water but then you have to take the water out of the bowl like that dream I only ever had two dreams but then I was at Pump-It-Up with all my friends |
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My Daughter Unbound To the Task of What's Missing War just enough in as much as a feast photographed hangs framed in time in a house pellets of salt to soften its water palms in their stands siphon its water runs along the air’s fibers in prisms a lamp A-10s circle giving their ground support let’s don’t lose mothers running in superfluity whose clean teeth ring crystal teal and white who go afeared of time in writerly ways the sky behaves itself over bamboo grows wild or bedded with river stones hauled come to rest their smoothing ends but not the infinitive labor of a daughter run away with water being one of her rhymes |
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