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I step back at day time
and can taste the sun, when it
shines in my mouth and the fairies
in the air go in and out of my nose,
until they are drugs and the world is
drugs because it can have flowers
and flowers can be grown because
they must be grown and bloom
out of the eyes of distant emperors,
not strong enough to
take the earth and
subdue it underneath themselves.

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