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Looked up one day, what can I say?
The silver kettles spouted clouds, the toasters roasted evening sky. I thought I saw a crumb fly by.
And so it's true, the world is a kitchen without out rhyme or recipe. What next?
What next indeed.
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Night brought dreams. Dreams brought ropes. Ropes brought night around my arms and hopes...
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Ponder where the wonders wander. Understand the man who mutters something underneath the splutter of the river's chatter. He's wading in, and bathing in, and maybe even giving in. But who wil take him in?
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Some time has slipped. Some people too. Some smiles have wandered by, some thoughts have learnt to fly. I wander ever on, and wonder where the leaves have gone.
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So who was that? I saw her, but only with my fingers.
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Begin. Oh, I'll begin. I'll stretch out muscles thick as thoughts, I'll uncoil legs as hard as whimsy, I'll punch with all my half-imagined fists. ...P- hello? -UNCH... But not quite yet. Not quite.
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| Age: 19 |
| New armshark,
California |
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