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The song of life, of crickets and stars and dust in barns, of heartbreak carried closely, and the smear of ice cream on your chin, the tuft of milkweed caught on its barbed cradle
The song of life, of crickets and stars and dust in barns, of heartbreak carried closely, and the smear of ice cream on your chin, the tuft of milkweed caught on its barbed cradle