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i wear boots on concrete
drumming down not such an easy pie i own snow on alps i travel slow in snow boots tripping down from wind herd are stomping on orange blossoms in mi verde garden dead snails live spiders soaked in hydrogen peroxide i own revenge on idols i own mirrors in backyard of god i own pain tablets dripping into veins in soul in boots i walk on trains i walk in wings in vast concrete sky |
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I always picture your back yard when you share.
vivid reality..stark and no fences in your heart scape. |
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wow, good sunday to you, i just fell in love a week ago or so with writing in my backyard among the trees and dead strawberry plants and cheap picnic tables and my dog sleeping in the sun you live in soul
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Whatever you are gifted, there in is the treasure..
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