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raised on a road I always had urges to plunge and explore the trees.
i like the taste of brambles
I taste of sunlight on wood that grew just there
without being asked.
like the taste of the waters in a high mountain sky
'neath the cold waters, as I drink and see the snowy top.
And I see the play of the sun and the shadow as needles peek from under the ground
on a sunny day.
You say, we can see forever. Can we? See the skies like England?
From the room at the end of the house?
inevitable breakups and makeups of lives
collectively spinning, we see, and eventually try
the cattle are barbed up in squares, they represent all of our cries
don't see what else we would do with our lives.
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