Tuesday, 13 September 2016

cool by accident
brown corduroys and backpack
wandering away.
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    you think i won't leave, your anger like a prison. freedom: happiness
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    the hole by the fence and the absence of barking suggest i'm dogless.
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    dreams die lazily laying in the fresh mowed lawn reawakening.