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spaye08

Green marks – green makes
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A howling sound in this hollow place.
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I’m reminded of the cucumbers, half-shaven, half-salad, half-green.
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Eat them.
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Eat the green colors your eyes so easily see.
 5
 
 
The cigarettes from last year’s curbside torrents are crumbling and the wolf that needs you is enlivened by their burning red, orange, yellow, green embers.
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My first finger will test this, meeting that of an extraterrestrial who’s never seen the likes of us before.
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Work in America is a euphemism for trying to survive. Green lawns will pull us home like Clark Gable and breathe in the crowds from Tom Petty’s last concert.
 8
 
 
Each set of eyes gazing upward toward billowing clouds – smoky and diced by lines upon lines upon lines.
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They create a web which captivates the green in each of us, bringing our attention to the place where we are loved and no longer fast for enlightenment.
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Encapsulate this green pill and let it settle the fringes of evergreen anomalies.
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26 Jan 18


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