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Button I drove a long way
to watch the dust turn around in the wind
This copper taste on my tongue
is a casual change from pain.
Along the east side and
beyond the pavement,
the streams cut through valleys
and the songs live in trees.
This ain't gonna stop.
Boots shuffle on
as do the days.
It's a jarring sentiment
and a fluke.
this ain't gonna stop.
this ain't gonna stop. *thumbs up*
to say the least sister
I dont know if i ever commented on one of your poems before but the last bit of your poem was really cool. I think this poem was the best thing you wrote that I read. right on man
As always my love, you
As always my love, you astound me.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.