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Cut up by ~gonzocultured
Breakfast in Maine How the rings dissolve from my volume 10 earsBreakfast in Maine by ~delliversagain
when I recall South Portland
even on a road by the airport
(there called a Jetway)
the planes come and go calmly like
lively chalk coloured, discreet leaves
coming to and from heaven as it pleases
I forgot the chaos when I recall the coffee
and how nobody felt the urge to speak
by the breakfast buffet
how conversation seemed too loud
indeed, thankfully unnecessary.
how the sound of spoons tickling the
sugar about cups became poetry;
how words could be seen everywhere
without
listening.
Maine cries when she rains and it's never
sorrowful. Her deafening scream in the
Sta.sh
Kissed the girls and made them cry
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.
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This is my signature. It is awesome.
(is it really any surprise that I pulled "ick" out of my ass? I mean really.)
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This is my signature. It is awesome.
I hope you had a HAPPY one!
and see ya next year...
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"Ich war blind, aber jetzt kann ich sehen."
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