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I've no luck with readjusting cells my hands still take to flight unattended still race to let slip every casual adoration every thousand word portrait of my pulse I can not unlearn a love of sunset or make one less wish for mountains (can not) pretend my blood does not hum in song to body chanting rapid oscillation . sometimes these strange seeds take root and bloom in the dark grow green through every part of you how then to stop the tongue from talking (from tasting) of petals . maybe chance is only magic forgotten perhaps I'll always supplicate to beautiful coincidence