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reconnected images toes in rich soil toiling under the yoke spatially fleeting fancy of freedom fades pages turn returning me to the ground I roamed as a child – forgotten foothills beacon as property brokering binds me to the earth monetarily owning my homeland by the acreage – white privilege escapist seeking grid-less domain sustainability with a suntan in the cool Oregon rain draining the infrastructure through government backed loans forever indebted as the backs of my fellow countrymen are buying my dream in America – wrecked inspectors trek Tibet for the almighty dolla dolla bill ya’ll signing off on trash commission driven misgivings serving up dry rot and mold spots on a flooded lot I shield myself against the tide of ******** seeking information in the age namesake heartbroken realtors dot the horizon holding contractual obligation waving it frantically begging – seeking perfection sneaking suspect-tion any direction needing contraception fleeting misconception leading to direct loans hearing the same groans as she is reading the next home listing…….. throwing fists into the air I swear if I didn’t care so much to handle the deed I would rent for life –
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
while owning a home seems nice, buying it *****
reconnected images toes in rich soil toiling under the yoke spatially fleeting fancy of freedom fades pages turn returning me to the ground I roamed as a child – forgotten foothills beacon as property brokering binds me to the earth monetarily owning my homeland by the acreage – white privilege escapist seeking grid-less domain sustainability with a suntan in the cool Oregon rain draining the infrastructure through government backed loans forever indebted as the backs of my fellow countrymen are buying my dream in America – wrecked inspectors trek Tibet for the almighty dolla dolla bill ya’ll signing off on trash commission driven misgivings serving up dry rot and mold spots on a flooded lot I shield myself against the tide of ******** seeking information in the age namesake heartbroken realtors dot the horizon holding contractual obligation waving it frantically begging – seeking perfection sneaking suspect-tion any direction needing contraception fleeting misconception leading to direct loans hearing the same groans as she is reading the next home listing…….. throwing fists into the air I swear if I didn’t care so much to handle the deed I would rent for life –
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
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