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I drink the earth
As the drip seeds surround me
I move as my bones crack
I ignore them
I have better things to do
I listen to the poets that bring me joy
I lay with my feet up on the bed
I find relinquishment from this
The ease of stress releasing from my body
I feel my existence of me come back again
I twinkle feeling the touch of my intelligence
which brings me so much joy and harmony
Even though the dredges still drip around me
I dot in the corner hovered over my ball
I worry my back will stay round and bent from this
I feel fire in my stomach
Pressing up my throat as it passes
I find delight in the literary genius
That brings me joy
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