to eat but winter wind. The bloody stone by the turn
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green sun on the grey stone of a crumbling week
It’s one of those days when you walk into the forest & flip over a large flat stone just for the scurry beneath your fat shadow. You have not yet unlocked the name for the feeling it produces
mid morning for a kiss taken into the wasteland on a thin horse
a stone in my shoe the billboard peeling midnight
splinter
why provoke the sticks and stone carcass of this lonely road trip 73% erased
chipping away at this stone one day I’ll see the sky
the stone in my gut between waxing and waning
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