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*journey slow and so we go* donkey carriage over cobblestone cool morning air, crisp in purpose head-cap on driver, huddling on whip daisies on open field, bright faces up sky still closed ere the eye of dawn hot perils on heels towards that spot baker shakes apron.. tiny particles chemistry bursts into a rolling sun *I swear it feels familiar have you been here before? only wish I could recall what comes next..* (hark.. nematoblast-pain!) but how can one remember that which....? st - 22 march 2014
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
daisies
*journey slow and so we go* donkey carriage over cobblestone cool morning air, crisp in purpose head-cap on driver, huddling on whip daisies on open field, bright faces up sky still closed ere the eye of dawn hot perils on heels towards that spot baker shakes apron.. tiny particles chemistry bursts into a rolling sun *I swear it feels familiar have you been here before? only wish I could recall what comes next..* (hark.. nematoblast-pain!) but how can one remember that which....? st - 22 march 2014
never mind.. need to go away. just.. thank heavens for nature. face of daisy, petals fall...... head of daisy, full of seeds :) sub-entrée: paisley-town I dream of a town I must've been before once, so long ago my feet carry me places they don't feel strange I must've been here this town with faceless owl-calls sends contours, hoots my name in a tongue my cells ken poorly I forget of centuries we shared they melted into many an hour you're so beautiful to me.. always a sweeping maze floors me and then, it opens up a begging-corridor downward I follow crumbs left by your residual-fire onto another level another level of you to discover well-hid.. sweet.. I can't wait to feel wordless keep all the paisley-riddles high slide your repertoire in my pocket you twist my synapse into knots and turn me outside of galaxies and I reel away.. floating until.. your next coming on a wave so wild ruddy implosion my hands grip your ankles, um tight releasing milk into your svelte way torn effortless open, redirected sun
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
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