Listen, at times I have a soul.
I think this a lot.
Imagine you are left for hours
looking through the doorway your
family walked in careful and deathless
with a quiet desire for time.
I wanted only the country side
of calm valleys to sleep
leaving me to my
mouth and tongue
to please the soul
at times
I listen
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
Listen, at times I have a soul.
I think this a lot.
Imagine you are left for hours
looking through the doorway your
family walked in careful and deathless
with a quiet desire for time.
I wanted only the country side
of calm valleys to sleep
leaving me to my
mouth and tongue
to please the soul
at times
I listen
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