haunted by those spore capsules seeds soft leaves over me un-re-born
your face approaches very closely stopping closely never known why
your breast is on my way at mid-life or mid-air or mid-pain
how much how long you move yourself this is the voice and the way
time should not be the dead end you taste at that age when you wish a different age
maybe earlier before those wars when you wish not be gone to a different age
a new medium location drama at the heart of a possible city
you don't remember the blood when everything is accidental and yet say chaos the truth the moment memorable for an un-re-born kid like me
keep saying it your head out of the window this is how you became the ferocious animal that may save art and art may save the veins of Spring
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