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dig caves within the bark of some old, forgotten tree.
write yourself a story. sing yourself a song.
go on rampages, see the world, find a palace you belong in--
fill the canyons in your heart with somebody else's pain,
and run, run until the wind bites at your ankles and misses,
until sharks lag behind you, for want of adrenaline,
until you have mudded the cracks in your walls
and built a last flight of rickety steps to climb.
dig caves within the bark of some old, forgotten tree--
knit lilies
in your spine;
go out and be.
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