birth and other outmoded ideas
thinking of you thinking of you thinking of the color blue
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small dog sprints big dog chases after
happy
alive
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fly
hello
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I walked seven miles yesterday saw turtle on trail
handled
gently
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my hands look old now the rest of me I don't know
who am I kidding
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that chipped cornerstone must have been a hammer
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from the east wind brings coyote fur
horses breathe outside your
tent
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burnt Sienna with its essential suggeston of folded me
in your pocket
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next life I want to be an architect
whoosh!
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I'll sell you my television for $200,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. 000
my blood you can have
for free
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if I could do it over again I would do it the same but with more fear
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too easy too simple
yes
Labels: Birth, Fragments, Outmoded Ideas [Birth], Shit
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