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Shifted Strokes


Sometimes a sound
of a songbird or a ray of stardust
filtered by the morning dew,
flows gracfully thru their window plane.
Times when a hushed breath
turns the rim of a grin
with a sticky sigh.
Thats the mime of
minds prodding their
muse warped by
binary bliss.

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