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If you were calling me and

you were

bound to the sails of

my ship, then I would

jump into the pacific and

swim until I was at the bottom

of the world, mingling with

poets and you would be

moaning as icebergs

ran over your toes.  Your

eyes are painted with chalk and

the artisanal smoke wings

would fly far beyond where you

could see.

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