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We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night.

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Every
Seen
Escaped
Called
Bows
Away
Lungs
Windmills
Night
Pulling
Blinking
Light
Wanna
Kite
Stills
Storm
Kites
Still
Instruments
Startling
Ever
Across
Newborn

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