When you’re stuck at the five, three and two walking different ways, truths that echo because you dared to think, that’s what a spell is, and beliefs to pick up on, books and stories to read, shared delusions, generations growing, waves, push and pulling, pulled up by the roots, growing anywhere, yes, I'm gay, and trick questions, just a nobody passing through, rhythm and flow of the river, hearts buried under mountains, peace of the prairies, wading my hands through them, each echoing existence, because your father thought of them, and the blue sky, just thirty…

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