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people are birds with their wings on the inside
flying in a much purer air -
the air of thoughts
my heart was pouring between ribs and trachea
you kissed my sternum
and my forehead
the yet unborn seconds were racing
with our gasps -
forever welcomed
at this mathematical time and space.
and then I knew -
people are bracelets
worn by an invisible god.
we are always restless
but mostly at night.
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