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When everyone whowas never locked upleaves, we talk in keys,coded melodies. We do swift talk,real talk. We don’t talk a thingaboutclosed doors. We talk likepassed kites.Make sky,break windowsif need be.If need be free. And why wouldn’t it? We are the speedand stillnessof ourcircumstances,raised likenumbers meant to bediscounted. When everyone whowas never locked upleaves, we talk in thecomplexityof count. Continue reading after