Day 1297, thoughts.

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Its the dirt road

at my house

in the morning

that I drive

on

~

where they stare

at me

each day

~

if I stop

to look closer

they run

cowardly

~

like sheep

Day 1141, of our time.

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Three hinges

hold the door

of our time

here

in place

~

from standing still

you take a step

from an empty mind

you get a thought

from nothing

you see beauty

Nochrisis

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