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cool breeze tickles my throat, like an ocean of discontented waves hushing their way to shore i breathe in and out as you instructed me to do these pattering of hobbling birds gather around asking questions with their eyes feathers ruffled in a swirl of spring a crumb of stale cherry pastry found inside a brown paper bag i'd forgotten what it's like to just sit and watch feel the damp ground beneath my ass, feel that old familiar feeling of compassion and sadness and happiness all rolled into one right here, this very second, pages of my book fluttering, concentration winding sideways your poor little life i want to bandage with my s