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close, closer, closet, closed.

almost made it to the end,

picked up the phone,

you picked me up in your car,

tightly squeezed in your mason jar,

the crystals on the green grass have been cut,

blowing it all away out of the palms of my hands,

searching for the shake,

shake me into waves,

**i want to be happy without my stuff,

simplicity is what i'm on my knees for,

what i'm envisioning on the floor,

the animals on all fours,

they are so beautiful in this never-ending whirly world,

innocence beats around the bushes,

hunger wants to be stufFED,

the mountains need to be shared,**

come and share the crystals on the green grass with thee

i'll keep a promise you will love me

love me.

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ginamarie-engels
American
Published
Jun 28, 2012
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