Write yourself out of a tight birdcage finale.
Set sail for the land of toucan sunsets.
Suburban mind clouds fall twisting
from the freight train night.
Treading the same streets,
old moments arising from the ground,
each step a new piece of patchwork
in the Cambridge tapestry,
faces weaving in harmony.
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An experiment with words.
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