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smoke poem #1My ears are dripping from my head / they pool like a puddle in big circles, running together in seas of sound / I am an oak tree

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May 12, 2015

Untitledwhen you died my skin was scraps of paper at the bottom of a waste basket, I walked with stars in my eyes and smoke in my lungs / and sang to the apple trees, I was a tree my skinny branches reaching towards the same sky I sang to and with every breath the sky sang back / gone gone gone

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May 12, 2015

haikuroto pájaro / illuminado centro / plumas obscuras

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Oct 10, 2013

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