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softens hands while you do the dishes

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bobbyburns

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summer melt/rainfalls sprinkle in the violet sunshine
across the frondescent fields and weathered rooftops out over
empty trails/stairs that lead you tumbling down past t.v. towers
and railroad bridges, a sight that you've grown up without
since the twisters busted your dead daddy's camper.
 
immodest leaks from downcast faucets that send us
on tiptoes, up spiral stairs, between the drapes and
guitars, smashed mirrors and broken bottles, past hallways
which stretch as far as the eye can see, but this door leads
somewhere that might be behind immodest leaks from
downcast faucets that send us on tiptoes, up spiral stairs,
between the drapes and guitars, smashed mirrors and
broken bottles, past hallways which stretch as far as the
eye can see ...
 
bobbyburns said:
immodest leaks from downcast faucets that send us
on tiptoes, up spiral stairs, between the drapes and
guitars, smashed mirrors and broken bottles, past hallways
which stretch as far as the eye can see, but this door leads
somewhere that might be behind immodest leaks from
downcast faucets that send us on tiptoes, up spiral stairs,
between the drapes and guitars, smashed mirrors and
broken bottles, past hallways which stretch as far as the
eye can see ...
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I did not understand your first section. And i cannot assume i understand the second completely. But the second seems like a falling star tears the thickness ignorance of the darkness. It probably could be my misinterpretation of this section. Yet it means something to me.

Thanks for sharing, Bobby! And would love to read more of your writings.

Best regards, :)
 
"suzi, what do you know about witches?"

once upon a time,
a girl climbed through the cellar door;
she came out the next day.

god bless her.
 
bobbyburns said:
once upon a time,
a girl climbed through the cellar door;
she came out the next day.

god bless her.
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have you ever posted this in somewhere else? kinda familar.

big psyche. :p
 
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