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There's a cricket inside our room but I'm trying to sleep and shouldn't think about cricket legs how it used to be running real fast in a cornfield your perspective changes faster and faster the rows of corn sprout legs longer, much longer than your own just watch them hop from one row to the next velocity put to melody that winged beasts sing for fickle corn-ears... soon, the memory drift'd asleep.
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
Running dreams: a cricket sings
There's a cricket inside our room but I'm trying to sleep and shouldn't think about cricket legs how it used to be running real fast in a cornfield your perspective changes faster and faster the rows of corn sprout legs longer, much longer than your own just watch them hop from one row to the next velocity put to melody that winged beasts sing for fickle corn-ears... soon, the memory drift'd asleep.
sean
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
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