bleeding love.
humble soul
humble man
land that is ours.
a world connected
by seas and railroad
nothing seems to
eat the July Flies
while the burgers cook.
flowers grow in between
our toes and nose
only for us to watch die.
somethings are strange.
really unknown.
how can one be at
peace with an angry planet?
the rivers show us
the world may end soon.
as the deer run into
the forest Galaxy
the sun begins to rain.
strange.
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