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these things are my house, the house of my body and my flesh swing singing singed and swaying over grass cut freshly short the knots and roots of who trees blister through the soil and meet with feet their rough and earthen body. there is a light piercing the dull night crisply hurt with twinging of star song shaking and excellent inside the smooth nearness of its dark skin; my hands make quick fingers into nice fists of daylight catching the strummed humming of its string sound–borne over the mouth of a mountain– vibrates and intense. i walk and the chilled asphalt is the tiny sound of my feet,, these halls of night a rembrancer and so newly full of nothing stink with rose and thyme. i am alive– i hurt to love and to love is hurting; my dear i love you i told you a thousand times (and a **** i'm sorry because both. i will live –i guess maybe– or i will die becoming worm pursued eating the earth as eating becomes me the            new          grass which (freshly cut) grows under the house of your body.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
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these things are my house, the house of my body and my flesh swing singing singed and swaying over grass cut freshly short the knots and roots of who trees blister through the soil and meet with feet their rough and earthen body. there is a light piercing the dull night crisply hurt with twinging of star song shaking and excellent inside the smooth nearness of its dark skin; my hands make quick fingers into nice fists of daylight catching the strummed humming of its string sound–borne over the mouth of a mountain– vibrates and intense. i walk and the chilled asphalt is the tiny sound of my feet,, these halls of night a rembrancer and so newly full of nothing stink with rose and thyme. i am alive– i hurt to love and to love is hurting; my dear i love you i told you a thousand times (and a **** i'm sorry because both. i will live –i guess maybe– or i will die becoming worm pursued eating the earth as eating becomes me the            new          grass which (freshly cut) grows under the house of your body.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
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