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    I'm a poetic
    knowing it
    is all right to cry
    on paper
    napkins
    i know i confabulate
    sometimes
    but don't priests?
    ---do it, too
    deconstruct the mountains
    and god
    i like to play
    that part
    sometimes
    on the back of ink stained paper
    prayers
    washing the days
    dry skin

    it's fate that i stand and you float, my darling