There are oranges
the color of gossip
There is tea bruited
to honeyed brownThere is dreaming--
tastes like freedom
There is water shed
parading like blood
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from eremition
I lie here I don't count the days anymore than I count trees they're here and although real also possess speechlessness as if a ca...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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Today is the birthday of the best sister in the whole world (mine:)! Happy, Happy Birthday, Chelli! [AA, my favorite aunt in the whole world...
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur...
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