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I imagine I'm chipped,

that my feet drag and my shoulders slump

I imagine they fly,

and then tangle and then knot.

I imagine I'm smiling at you; I can picture it so vividly

that my eyes don't listen 

that my lips get frozen 

and that the callous wind quivers,

but not even you, my darling, can lift it. 

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