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1997 [Wild.]

  I used to twirl, I used to fall on purpose; Lie on my back and look at clouds, I made pictures out of pinecones I cast spells upon corn to conjure up the wind  and stamped the earth with raspberries  I smashed between my toes.  I used to laugh at the toothy burrs, Unafraid. … Continue reading 1997 [Wild.]