I can't sit still. I can't untangle the day. I can't sit still.
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Even when you are sitting still you have to stand up, lady. Inside your head kites are always dancing. What was that Borges' poem about his lover, who showed the face of hers secret even from her, her face in sleep? Yours would by a-twitch with quickening dream...
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Even when you are sitting still you have to stand up, lady. Inside your head kites are always dancing. What was that Borges' poem about his lover, who showed the face of hers secret even from her, her face in sleep? Yours would by a-twitch with quickening dream...
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