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when i celebrate sleep, my dreams are beautiful. but i take them for real. i found i can't kill things. i'm destined to be a poor poet but i'm welcomed back to maine to build things. i think what i want's under my feet and i won't look yet in case i wreck it. i wreck lots of things, usually for the best.
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