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particles never stay in the same place. you were a tin can but now you're a horse, running alone tethered maybe to a burned up stable but mostly a creature of fire, muscle, sweet speed sweat that takes pause only to graze from the land. you are a machine. a machine that runs. a running machine. and you tried to change, didn't you? saw a California sunset in a psychedelic silhouette, grew legs and became a beast of the land. there was a great plain with mountain frame but your legs. your eyes. your tail your flies by god if I could tame. very few could love you but those that do, will dehydrate, expire, at the mirage that rises and fades with you from view. you are a horse running alone and my body aches to be the stream you drink from, to be the sunset that gives you solace, if ever you require some. you are different now and I am the same shape, dressed even as I was the day you left. I want your love for me to be the ruined running ground beneath sweat soaked feet: stable, and strong then impermanent, and weak.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
The Great Western Drought of 2014
particles never stay in the same place. you were a tin can but now you're a horse, running alone tethered maybe to a burned up stable but mostly a creature of fire, muscle, sweet speed sweat that takes pause only to graze from the land. you are a machine. a machine that runs. a running machine. and you tried to change, didn't you? saw a California sunset in a psychedelic silhouette, grew legs and became a beast of the land. there was a great plain with mountain frame but your legs. your eyes. your tail your flies by god if I could tame. very few could love you but those that do, will dehydrate, expire, at the mirage that rises and fades with you from view. you are a horse running alone and my body aches to be the stream you drink from, to be the sunset that gives you solace, if ever you require some. you are different now and I am the same shape, dressed even as I was the day you left. I want your love for me to be the ruined running ground beneath sweat soaked feet: stable, and strong then impermanent, and weak.
j-Arturo
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
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