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gates swinging open
OCTOGENARIAN

the sun is coated in a raindrop
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and the perfection here is unsettling
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I need to hear an electronic voice on my gps
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before I believe I've actually arrived in eden
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I can see the green leaves from the trunk
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that made this wooden bench
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my skin gets more and more like jewelry
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the first instinct I have is to scrape it off
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and take it to one of those cash for gold places
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but then I remember
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the only adornment or legal tender
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I need now is the honeysuckle
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and my mouth slowly begins to get reaquainted
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with the sweetness it was meant for
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my old life vanishes under the shadow of a flock of geese-
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the last thing I will ever have to watch die
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http://lappingwater.weebly.com/)
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22 May 12

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 — OCTOGENARIAN

anyone?
 — OCTOGENARIAN

Are you having a death experience?  I can almost see it in the sweetness of the honeysuckle but it's not very clear.  GPS in Eden?  Maybe you've come to California!  I really like seeing the leaves on the wood of the bench, that sounds very earthy and good.

Why is the flock of geese dying?  That doesn't make sense to me.  
 — Isabelle5

thanks for the comment isabelle...i was referring to my old life dying not the flock of geese
 — OCTOGENARIAN

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