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To Me

To me
hear a song
hear how the earth moves,
how the sky is cast
as we shuffle,
even at cost,
binds all time.

This is how
perhaps
to know of things
but to taste of them
mortally grateful
as one cell to another
does not replicates,
becomes a body alone,
no more.

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