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I can see the glue hole a minuscule thing Helping me stay dry, I thought you didn't know I've been drowning Green trees, green moss, green tent I miss waking every morning to pad my feet across the moist earth, Off to search for something each day Nostalgic, longing, yearning once again I should've realized this would happen, it always happens I miss even the prunes my hands became each day from the metal dishes Japan, Montreal, France, Sri Lanka, Czech, Wales, Toronto, Iran, Mexico Diverse languages, diverse people I want to lay on the ***** sand of the lake or throw myself into the poisonous water and delight in your phrases I don't need to understand them I like the feeling of being gone, of being surrounded, of being free But mostly of warm water on a happily drunk body
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
Val Morin
I can see the glue hole a minuscule thing Helping me stay dry, I thought you didn't know I've been drowning Green trees, green moss, green tent I miss waking every morning to pad my feet across the moist earth, Off to search for something each day Nostalgic, longing, yearning once again I should've realized this would happen, it always happens I miss even the prunes my hands became each day from the metal dishes Japan, Montreal, France, Sri Lanka, Czech, Wales, Toronto, Iran, Mexico Diverse languages, diverse people I want to lay on the ***** sand of the lake or throw myself into the poisonous water and delight in your phrases I don't need to understand them I like the feeling of being gone, of being surrounded, of being free But mostly of warm water on a happily drunk body
Take me back
anna-brown
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
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