In though face supported by fingers that tray to pull through closed eyes.
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Pushing through to the light.
One who has left without explanation becomes hollow.
Leaning into the piano to ignite the fire through his humming breath.
What will hatch out of their warm heads?
Push through to the sky.
Safely slumped the baby is bouncing.
Clay formed for recurring motion.
Bring light to the hollow.
Laughter without fence.