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what i like about those stones?
they make the same sound
that my grandfather did at 4am
walking around outside the tent
camped on a platform surrounded by pebbles
or a mesa circled by strewn monoliths
the sound of those crunching careful steps
like dreams disappear when you fully wake up

9 Jun 10

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:) i love this! beautiful
 — psychofemale

thank you psycho.
that sounds fucked up to say.
'thank you psycho'. hm.
 — hank