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23.5.02 

The girl who's like a bird flinging
herself
into song and then shutting up
as if she's suddenly thought twice about trusting
the air.
Think of the burden
the air has to bear, all the words broadcast
over it, all the high frequencies
required for people to say what they need
to say, all the silence
necessary for them to say it, all
that cannot be said.

-chris bursk

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