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a ton of feathers does weigh more
than two stacks of gold
ask the rain
and every day is too hard to get through
until you do
and every week is impossibly thorough
but ends in small celebrations
years sculpt forms into the stones
stacked on chests
ask the wind
took me four hours to take off the work boots tonight
stuck on the back porch after three wind-down beers
proceeded to the next five pull out the pen ones
then got lost between the count and the shedding
we are as part of the momentum, passing through a funnel
some of us are gonna get lost in the translation, at least
that's the wording i intend to wire redemption with
gonna wait outside here a little while longer
to find the loveliest shade of wrong
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