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Aug 2015
i guess, yes, this is me

sitting out in the wind

underneath the trees

dead grass talking me ever so smoothly

laid me out ever so soothingly

when a deadly wisp appears suddenly

my eyes grow numb

and limbs become flooded

I slowly float back from the dead grass and lovely wind

the lovely known earth

carried me by the smoothed trees

at the natures hand of birth
blue milk
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blue milk  america
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