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the wind blew the suns light across the water and the pattern formed a vibration I do not get to see often I wonder if the current is caused by the waving of my own fist to signal myself that I am dreaming and this does not exist I watch the water kiss at your bare toes as you use your finger to touch the cute little minnows something about them swimming off together touches us both knowing that we are never really alone while entering the unknown rain drops catch the falling leaves sending them towards you and me we use the song of the blue herrings to dance in the grown up weeds and in awe we seen them fly up into the trees continuing to sing expanding the sound trajectory and the way their vibrations carry then I realize this doesn't seem so scary my car putters along your sandals on my dashboard I drive a safe speed with my arm out the window you stare at me through the passenger mirror and all fears hit the dusty road my hearts scatters off like a school of cute little minnows
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
Cute little minnows
the wind blew the suns light across the water and the pattern formed a vibration I do not get to see often I wonder if the current is caused by the waving of my own fist to signal myself that I am dreaming and this does not exist I watch the water kiss at your bare toes as you use your finger to touch the cute little minnows something about them swimming off together touches us both knowing that we are never really alone while entering the unknown rain drops catch the falling leaves sending them towards you and me we use the song of the blue herrings to dance in the grown up weeds and in awe we seen them fly up into the trees continuing to sing expanding the sound trajectory and the way their vibrations carry then I realize this doesn't seem so scary my car putters along your sandals on my dashboard I drive a safe speed with my arm out the window you stare at me through the passenger mirror and all fears hit the dusty road my hearts scatters off like a school of cute little minnows
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brian-carson
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
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