Loose Talk

The body is a container.

//

This is your breeze.

The breeze that blows easterly.

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Leaves are dead people

dropped on eaves.

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One day I will meet a rabid dog in the road.

//

I need to find my love so I can apologize.

For being lost all this time.

For forgetting to believe.

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Find that place inside you that’s OK

and make it grow.

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We are all trying to bridge our loneliness.

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