eagleyez
going up
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- Jan 11, 2003
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The air is like heroin to me
Veins like rivers,
Over there where the low tide's sell the blackest mud,
It falls away occasionally from the shoes of the tree.
My feet are like air to me.
The killer knee and electric seats, barrell laughs and jokes galore,
The last thing was so clear-
The sun is a mailrun
Gladly done, along runways and gladiola lights.
The dirt is surely precious to me,
Osterizer fingers spin your strange soil,
Waiting as, as, the colors
Push.
Veins like rivers,
Over there where the low tide's sell the blackest mud,
It falls away occasionally from the shoes of the tree.
My feet are like air to me.
The killer knee and electric seats, barrell laughs and jokes galore,
The last thing was so clear-
The sun is a mailrun
Gladly done, along runways and gladiola lights.
The dirt is surely precious to me,
Osterizer fingers spin your strange soil,
Waiting as, as, the colors
Push.
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