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[polarpandanda]

In a way, I'm staring at the cieling thinking back remembering

like a washed out pink was the film surrounding
from within a yellow. flower yellow.

and danced in a field
a dance for revolution
music filled the skies and me...

soaring through a field of vast inifinite
meeting
parking lot selves turned to old friend
and
i'm different

love,
i have you for my closests
and
thanks

words,
we don't know
can't assume
i understand what you believe you are trying to convey
and

in night, were we looking for day?

the unmentioned things like
energy

this is how i was thinking
then
in that field
revolutionary grass

i wonder about me
you

what if you care but you have no access?
no access.
i wonder these things.

we wil be different.