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Making it anything so it isn't nothing now I am touching at the future with a tin edge hollow stamp I wove the spin of endurance knots hanging in black twine jarred up on a plank shelf oiled to a shine I am wanting, I am wishing for wind to know this stillness out making it anything so it isn't nothing now screaming on track pounding up loud dreaming down pipe on the sigh sifting on freight tight this machine rides From Letras Mania