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she puts her toes
to an imaginary line
raised by wolves
she chews to the bone
I was in love with the wind;

He fled away with my heart,
And I could never catch him.
I'm having lucid dreams

of fresh flowers,

in May


adorning your body

while the rain pours

on Us
And then the blues
Here they come
The sun has finally gone to bed
Here they come
SOS
there’s a philosopher
in my head
and
he won’t shut up
about true tales of things
I’d rather not know
Remember when we first met?
                  I wish we could meet again for the first time.
writing,
following thought,
like fluid,

I’m not stopping.
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