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There appears a window at the top of my head and at night the stars and moon shine clear to my feet Like a greenhouse in the sun my organs are warmed and grow stem-like arms and bulb-like eyes and root-like feet When the snow melts I stand on my hands and open the window wide for spring cleaning
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Spring Cleaning
There appears a window at the top of my head and at night the stars and moon shine clear to my feet Like a greenhouse in the sun my organs are warmed and grow stem-like arms and bulb-like eyes and root-like feet When the snow melts I stand on my hands and open the window wide for spring cleaning
jeff-raheb
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
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