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the old river paint timeless wrinkles on mothers face muddy river meet the clear flow of your young brother fresh river water cleanse the ***** innocence in a clean bacterial mouth river of innocence tell an old story to clean sheets yellowed river of youth run bubbling eyes afraid of the cold bed run mother waits with her own river tale dry run the buddhist river exist dharma is the great nonexistent universe brooklyn ferry hold a river of souls above rough water river of one thought be ancestral water bathing all without time oh river water roll where no soul can feel your roll roll eyes of your grandchildren are dreaming roll beautiful nothing is the flux of life roll the old river tells the youngest stories the river babe of snow tells the oldest of mountains unable to stop growing with arthritic slopes the stories are the same    old    young    flux the story goes like this:
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
Ways of Looking at a River
the old river paint timeless wrinkles on mothers face muddy river meet the clear flow of your young brother fresh river water cleanse the ***** innocence in a clean bacterial mouth river of innocence tell an old story to clean sheets yellowed river of youth run bubbling eyes afraid of the cold bed run mother waits with her own river tale dry run the buddhist river exist dharma is the great nonexistent universe brooklyn ferry hold a river of souls above rough water river of one thought be ancestral water bathing all without time oh river water roll where no soul can feel your roll roll eyes of your grandchildren are dreaming roll beautiful nothing is the flux of life roll the old river tells the youngest stories the river babe of snow tells the oldest of mountains unable to stop growing with arthritic slopes the stories are the same    old    young    flux the story goes like this:
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michael-allen
American
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
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