snowglobe

my smile in siberia the crow and the peach are never to utter the devotion of a plane this is the one i cant write about right write the one who flashes in my dreams faceless all name all identity all sadness lament im an epic woe for half a moon and yet this one so the sun seems the same but the streets run at a different angle taxis dare touch me do it touch me like the streetlamps the thousand giraffes seize me im held im the never letting go of one the crossed legs of buddha and the one seeing the words everywhere they breathe for the one i cant touch once hard to put pin pick up down the words show dont dont the one that cant wont be the words definite right they work it did about it this one

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