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Oh, 

it’s just for the joy 

(Not just)

When I try to live to please Or perfect

When I write with even a slight sense of try

Or for any gain

I miss it

along with the pleasure, the relief, the opening and the heart 

Oh, 

I see now 

All of it, 

it’s for the joy 

(Follow it freely and your heart will bloom) 

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