send me your seeds
in the same tube
we
discussed
wave and recede
'til they breathe
the dust
of us
it's just
there's much
I'd like to touch
hearts
hands
and such
and oh!
the time
that I
would spend
laying my roots
sans stems
and shoots
a truth
where animals
are animate
and trees
are not born
men
I can't defend
much less
depend upon
a sky lit
by
moonshine
pink within
but though
I dream
of other worlds
than these
I
can not
change my skin















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I don't listen to what art critics say. I don't know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.
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If there's nothing nice to say don't say anything at all
-Thumper
If this was true the world would be speechless
sorry ive been enjoying cherry's
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I don't listen to what art critics say. I don't know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.
xo!
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
xo!
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
I gotcha
xo!
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
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wish i had a socket-set to dismantle this morning.
and just one pair of clean socks.
and a photo of you.
xo!
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
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=SixbySix
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I don't listen to what art critics say. I don't know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.
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