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It was like nothing
You’ve ever felt
Before
It was madness
In tailor-made suits
And spit-shined shoes
It was morning dew
And moonlight on the
Afternoon of a dry season
It was writing right
When all you’ve ever been
Is left-handed
It was running
On ice cubes in bathroom
Slippers with wet feet
Truly it was,
Like nothing you’ve
Ever felt before
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