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Celise. 24.

Resident of midnight lines.

Full mouth still tongue.

Fragmented love poet by default.

I collect words.

Fire escape The sun beat in between my shoulders

like carnival drums

I sat still

in hopes that it would help my wings grow

So then I would really be fly.

Chapter 3: First Came Breath

Love promised me an encore.

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