and what if all mountains are                                                               unsolids

and chasing the horizon                                                                          deadly

if pleasure:  endangered

and family a ticket you can’t pay 

(first time i had my love-wings clipped i was five: departure)

. small flowers from the trees blow across the street. less fruit will come this year

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