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Some songs are tempoed in mysteries— they sound like last breath of two hearts clamped together between nags & nostalgia. The curvy rhythms and the sounds of the night: this is the unit where the harp sings the loudest. And the wisdom that defies antonyms place peace against pleasure— Two hiking birds perch on a stream of unconsciousness. Tell me about the words that can’t be uttered— The muffled words of longing with every zephyr…