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This evening said fuck you and the horse you rode in on
Blue jays bounce from the slumbering grass
when i jumped frail rusty fences sunny day
i passed a green tea faded house
dead relatives weathered photo albums
new tenant's cut the tether ball pole down
and hopscotch lines have long since faded away
when i jumped frail rusty fences sunny day
i passed a green tea faded house
dead relatives weathered photo albums
new tenant's cut the tether ball pole down
and hopscotch lines have long since faded away
Published 30th Mar 2018
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30th Mar 2018 2:27pm
30th Mar 2018 6:48pm
It's not exactly snapshot poetry, but it's snapshots of your impressions. Not exactly the outer world, but the way it appears once filtered through your mind.
And I like it more than pure reality.
And I like it more than pure reality.
1st Apr 2018 11:15am
