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i do tend to get

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-lost at beaches, walking in cold saltwater without rolling up pantlegs, making old childhood boats out of cored beercans, feeling the wave catch my knees and make me bend backwards, limbo to the world, no longer crushed by faithless wires-you know they are angels, just got lost in the same thing we are, making murals of cracked forgotten landscapes, make muses and shape voice, wrap hands around a future-