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I keep seeing change
Peel away the borders
Of things with weight like copper
Thought it was gold
Til it turned green
In the rain

I keep doing things
That bruise the side of my legs
Running far in a field
Through the middle of the day
It's so precious to be worn
It's so precious in the pain

I keep pursing my lips
Muscles overworked
And when you start to taste
The blood between your molars
You'll know betray in what is firm
In how it rots and makes a space

I let it all wear out
I keep changing

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