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C X Rutledge
Poems
Nov 2014
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Laying on a chair made of beans. Head propped up somewhere in the cloud. I wonder to my self.
Where to now?
How far away is Wonderland?
Tip toe down the road. Loss the feeling in your legs. Fly to the moon.
I am the river. The star. I'm glue.
In mid trip
Written by
C X Rutledge
28/M/Pensacola, FL
(28/M/Pensacola, FL)
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