Her

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~This is a blackout poem: you choose certain words in a text that call to you, circle them, then ignore what you didn't circle, and read. You have a blackout poem! It doesn't always make sense, though.~

Here, watch it.
Arms length.
Suddenly know
Began to laugh
Any
I wouldn't fence
I suppose
Likes rush
Jealous
Darn dangers
Uncomfortable
Son
If you mean
Farming
Walking back now
Unless
Special pull
Far
That? Her voice
Distinct

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