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May 2015
My ears are dripping from my head
they pool like a puddle in big circles, running together in seas of sound
I am an oak tree
I can feel myself stretching towards the sun, towards the sky,
It is dark with bright stars that cover my eyes like the patches over pirates eyes from the books I read as a child
loudsilence
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loudsilence  Maine
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   Kelley A Vinal
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