Monday


I need a place to hide my secrets.

My cat has a big mouth and my neighbors listen to me talk to the moon. 
So here are the beads, the seeds, the kneading 
of the bread will take days, unless you tilt your head and dance under the full moon.  
When the stars rain and Saturn calls, take the leaves with a gut full of GOLD. 
Tell the children where their mother really went and lock the door. 
The keys are on the ceiling, the words are about the leak on the walls. 
Dates with a meaning and a dog without a leash: WELCOME HOME big brother.






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