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| notme |
for twenty_years i have been dreaming a memory a scene that floats into dreams sometimes with horses and wires a wind rain prolonging the shelf_life of a handful of mist i'm by the stream and it's getting dark i don't know where how long i'd been there it's anyone's guess how i got there what i was doing and mama finding me covered in a thousand biting mosquitoes my feet wet was i even dressed? i remember tall grass tears being put in a bath frantic people buzzing around me they didn't know i don't know if i'll ever know what happened before what came next when i cry there appear marks the scars i can't hide they've mostly gone away but i can still feel i can still hear a chaotic swarm swish of rapids and the lullaby song of evening birds . |
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| monee | sunflowers | 041209 |