Originally posted by Jones
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f that s.
the orange in sidewalk is shivering in morning light near the park a tree opening up sparkling breakfasts a couple of million moving people moving along into the grace of victories in the air a finger in the water a face your own and others a french schoolgirl for one humming on a bus a breeze assembled in your fist a voice rehearsing in your lap because lately "you get" (the wing lift mildly: they're COLD AND ENDURING your body is pumping: it is filled with blood. you don't really feel totally useless, do you? and you're occasionally aware. . . . these stringy clouds look out Manhattan your prince's sorrow might be back again tomorrow.
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