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spring time
everything crawling
up
& out
.
as the wind doze blow
my sad in festering joyous self
through wires
.
musicality draws life onwards endlessly
the way typing this out is a naturally budding thing
.
Am I a plant? I wish I was a plant.
I think I am a plant.
reaching towards the sun?
.
everything downpours eventually
sew this is all just water flowing
 
melting freezing melting pouring pooling
.
evaporating
.
this is air
makes a sound
.

music reaches directly into the softcore of my being

dissecting every line
.
speaks into the centre of my bleating heart
.
why would i ever stop listening?
.
being seen. being heard. being truly sound.
unsound
that’s the rub.
.
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glut of stories untold untelling

life is beautiful and in puddles

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wee fondle and finger the absent image
it still burns
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