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Follow a poet for a day, write a sonnet or something universally beautiful. I cut my bangs, count to two. Find myself with too much time in the morning sand in my socks, dishes to do. Walking heel-toe heel-toe through the kind of grass that reaches for  your calves and stands to your knees. A collection of heartbeats melting into AM radio. Dark velvet dreams long enough to bury your fingers in, carpeting every bit of the floor. Wafting streams of woven gasps knees touching, appreciating green. Top button undone eyebrows receding into the hairline with an ear pressed to the glass. Fear of nutmeg clawing at my apathy, remembering the west coast.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 1:25 AM UTC
Licorice candy and popped balloons
Follow a poet for a day, write a sonnet or something universally beautiful. I cut my bangs, count to two. Find myself with too much time in the morning sand in my socks, dishes to do. Walking heel-toe heel-toe through the kind of grass that reaches for  your calves and stands to your knees. A collection of heartbeats melting into AM radio. Dark velvet dreams long enough to bury your fingers in, carpeting every bit of the floor. Wafting streams of woven gasps knees touching, appreciating green. Top button undone eyebrows receding into the hairline with an ear pressed to the glass. Fear of nutmeg clawing at my apathy, remembering the west coast.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 1:25 AM UTC
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