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Some... are made of impulse

Not all poets, feed upon a high-lift current sky and strength, against their back. Some... are made of impulse       they shift, on cobblestone wings. To some... the taste of words, runs out there is a famishing. They can always have, the last of mine...                    to chase, the distancing 

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