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Feb 2014
I am warm my hands are
flowing to the rhythm

Sometimes my feet can't stay
on the ground I begin
to float in the air and there
is a high pitched ringing
and everything turns orange
and pink and I
am held BY ALL of the
many vectors that intertwine
this chair with those trees

But I am okay I just
need to touch the ground
so I can sit down
and read my book
rusty shacks
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rusty shacks  dumpster baby
(dumpster baby)   
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