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the sound of now

sometimes you can hear them outside, like the names you've heard before, or the way they told you it would be, and sometimes you can feel the dry thud inside the moment you wish you hadn't said that, or that time you couldn't believe your eyes, and then there are other times when it is all around you, the laughter, the engines, the thundering spaces where you find yourself about to start for real this time.

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