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| daf |
Meant to build an ark instead i’m at the tower of babel caught up in the senseless scrabble here where nothing breathes just the monotonous machinery of incessant greed the pleas and screaming me-me s of our lesser needs when what’s drawing me are trees and windswept fields that smell of home when I’m all alone with these is when there’s nothing wrong a hiding place for patience rest and sweet relief where piece by piece is gathered up the wood I’ll need. |
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