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[futurebird]

What I mean to say is
I don’t think I’m any better
Or cleaner or able to see
How the sound of wind
In the trees sings of history

I was born in a suburb
My bedroom had pink curtains
I did my geometry in the yard
On the tire swing to the jay song
I have always expected the black robe

I was not brave enough to doubt
And you are a not brave enough to

Comments

[jet]

this is great.

and i get it...

--tuesday

[andreadynamite]

i like this. & i like your journal a lot.