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de Chalk

It’s with this wistful tongue
I spit and murmur
Try to embrace my weight
And withered matter

Weakness is no curse

Will I ever learn
To treasure what I've made?

In your mother’s arms
Or in a hole in the ground
I'm all yours

In distorted light
I pry at rigid doors
And nothing calls

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