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sometimes it's like a movie too uncomfortable for tv too important for dvd the whole thing opens with me screaming in the middle of a field grass slicing my knees dirt flooding my fingernails i am the only thing in turmoil the trees dance in the distance to a tune i am unable to hear the wheat looks away in respect while the mosquitoes become nosey and unable to mind their own business and somehow i am reminded of when i was young and could sit in the silence for hours confined in a house with a ticking clock it's sharp arms slicing into my spine reminding me that everything ends the trees will forever dance and that the wheat will always look away
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Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 1:04 PM UTC
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sometimes it's like a movie too uncomfortable for tv too important for dvd the whole thing opens with me screaming in the middle of a field grass slicing my knees dirt flooding my fingernails i am the only thing in turmoil the trees dance in the distance to a tune i am unable to hear the wheat looks away in respect while the mosquitoes become nosey and unable to mind their own business and somehow i am reminded of when i was young and could sit in the silence for hours confined in a house with a ticking clock it's sharp arms slicing into my spine reminding me that everything ends the trees will forever dance and that the wheat will always look away
might rub the dirt into my knees to make sure.
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Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 1:04 PM UTC
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