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what you choose it bound to your skin spooled tightly around your ankles gray and black rivulets tight rope on the ground walking straight, walking clean watch your feet or you might fall on to the wrong path one where men wave their thumbs at you on the highway while you swerve and bend no tightrope no haywire haze on your window shield your parents want you to pick up pieces of cloud bring them back to their aching heels curved around the coils of gray and black. you’ll always wish they could see how low your wire is how close you are to jumping down and resting your feet a while maybe it’s time they get themselves a thicker piece of land.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
on a wire
what you choose it bound to your skin spooled tightly around your ankles gray and black rivulets tight rope on the ground walking straight, walking clean watch your feet or you might fall on to the wrong path one where men wave their thumbs at you on the highway while you swerve and bend no tightrope no haywire haze on your window shield your parents want you to pick up pieces of cloud bring them back to their aching heels curved around the coils of gray and black. you’ll always wish they could see how low your wire is how close you are to jumping down and resting your feet a while maybe it’s time they get themselves a thicker piece of land.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
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