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Garrett Johnson Nov 2019
I don't want to go no where no more.

Above us only sky.
The dirt of the no where
The blinders of the universe.
Take your rug.
Put it across the world.
My fingers are getting very cold.
And kind of tired.



Garrett Johnson.
Picturing myself in that boat on that river.

— The End —