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[melancholyvag]

any one use lj anymore?

there is a meadow i do go
when life grows saturated.
i let light winds roll
off my belly belated.

plucking sprigs of grass,
counting my trials namely.
piling a pillow high
falling back into sigh.

i sleep---sleep so clean---
for when i wake i am concrete.
jumping wayward home,
back down my crowded street.