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Live Some

live some lost among high places
large houses, unfamiliar faces
saving up the seconds, wait
counting on a sure thing, fate
silly sounds that pull and tear
away from comfort and what’s fair
breathing in what sparks, it’s yours
pushing out cold facts, untoward

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