DABBLER SCRIBBLES

          I have carved you a house In a house The stairs are trees are flowers At the end they are all mudThe rain falls on the roofAnd dug holes like a bullet No blood, the house is not alive Bricks are feathers are birds All alive The house flies over lakesOf lilies The windows are openNobody lives inside The...

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 I am painting you This is night sky You are a poem, remember I am you, I am you Click a picture, Black and white We will tell stories You and I But you are me Have you heard of magic? The picture is blur Only half of my hand That I raised to dance To a different music I know you, I...

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