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I am a puddle of
magic and dirt.
I eat the ground
beneath me, and
drink the spider-
webs that tangle
in my hair.

My friendship is free,
hot fudge on a
sun-drenched cake.

I can no more hate
than slap the wind
for its hostility;
knowing well its
teeth will bite me
harder.

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