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Travel the world see the rainforests with full and pointed leaves swim in the streams and feel the smooth mud eat delicacies that make men weep smell the refuse of a billion lie in the arms of strange lovers listen to the sound a rose makes when it bends in the wind now return See her there sitting between the stacks the phosphorescent light is harsh on her skin the world is laid out before her can you tell her about the rain forests about the leaves that fell with forceless precision, about the streams that chilled your bones and made you feel alive about the food that drove you mad and the blinding smells tell her of supple foreign skin about the rose so delicate that when it finally snapped so did you. Could she understand? Would she care? "What do you know?" she asks. So you try to explain, you paint the most vivid picture of nature, man, beast, land, space, love... "What do you know." she says.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
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Travel the world see the rainforests with full and pointed leaves swim in the streams and feel the smooth mud eat delicacies that make men weep smell the refuse of a billion lie in the arms of strange lovers listen to the sound a rose makes when it bends in the wind now return See her there sitting between the stacks the phosphorescent light is harsh on her skin the world is laid out before her can you tell her about the rain forests about the leaves that fell with forceless precision, about the streams that chilled your bones and made you feel alive about the food that drove you mad and the blinding smells tell her of supple foreign skin about the rose so delicate that when it finally snapped so did you. Could she understand? Would she care? "What do you know?" she asks. So you try to explain, you paint the most vivid picture of nature, man, beast, land, space, love... "What do you know." she says.
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steven-fried
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
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