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she said I was loud
deep breathing, coincidentally
while my focus silently
was to squat to count twenty nine
my age when I gave birth to her but was denied
that burst of smoothness
I can't simulate so Daisy flowers oscillate
and I go from past present future on my stem of life
with daughter recognizing gravity back to reality
yet hope parts of orbit
and expression one sixteenth
of usual sense could be like sprinting
prize and escape at the same time
for fullest measure of one fourth of mile
some take to get tired restfully
more than compressing self at window for scene to be thrown up