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in the bed of the city /
it’s all effort to not /
get braided in each sound /
flap of movement, falling colour /
the city is an immature argument /
contorting with whim
dissolving in waves of /
projected inhale and exhale /
I keep its grave in my pocket /
unwrapped at public events /
to impress new locals /
with its growing scale