Wander-less
trees have stripped naked again,
scandalous bark like hard nipples;
seeing for miles:
there's no where to go.
scandalous bark like hard nipples;
seeing for miles:
there's no where to go.
Good Morning Old Man
As old men in our mid-twenties, let's be rebellious, let's stay up past ten, let's put down the good ol' book we can't get away from, and denounce sleepy eyes. We'll give it up to reading outside the lines of our circumpolar stars, page-fold the space in-between and hold it out 'til dawn. Don't breathe here! Just wait... for the august of another sunrise.
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