Take These Things
and give them legs
so, they can run off to places
you can never go. Dress them fondly
with care. Set them out there
to be explored in themselves and in
the minds of others. Let them
get lost. It’s a small cost
for laying them down. The airfare is
free and rotates daily. It’s cold,
but you’ll love the exposure.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 5:50 AM UTC
Take These Things
and give them legs
so, they can run off to places
you can never go. Dress them fondly
with care. Set them out there
to be explored in themselves and in
the minds of others. Let them
get lost. It’s a small cost
for laying them down. The airfare is
free and rotates daily. It’s cold,
but you’ll love the exposure.
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