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how can clear eyes clouds and tender hands harm
and you peer out your window every five,
living off his arrivals, breathing them in with the air

he moves surely and you grace in his presence
as he shows you his world

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the man on the radio said ‘we are all human’
but I could only hear his voice so I didn’t quite believe him.