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Dec 2016
Remember how
It was all laced up in
Lemon colored sunshine
Sweet like the dirt
I fell right into
As if I should have known
Like I should have listened
And with eager long limbed blonde limbs
I swept myself into my own dust.

I'm on set now
My face feels crusty
For every negative moment
Something full of a boundless energy seizes me by
My invisible lapels
And says lady, love
Sweet lady love.

I don't know how to make it
All feel good all the time
But I'm good at what I do
And every bit
I take a step back a bit
And say
Lets not fly off the handle

But my god I feel so much all the time.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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