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Fallen among the stars
muscle is located, not in the wing, but in the rachis, or if
You invented me, my maker—
I’ve almost lapped the light,
Yes. I ran away.
If cultivated to sweeten their tongue,
they grow us staked or caged, hairless
twigs and leaves, starred and starved
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