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the man burns
I brush my teeth
the wind blows
my friends sleep
I comb my hair
the birds could make nests
the wind blows
I wonder when it will rest
the moon's still high
the moon will set
when the sun rises
I will get
onto my bike
to ride to the man
what's left of him
I'll get what I can
I have kissed a boy
I have kissed a man
I am ready to be
whatever I am
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