the sin of paradise
weather warmed
from a hunter’s chill

riddles surround
the living peace
woods, alone along this path

crazy -i heard
a grandparent’s breath
the running -lost

footprints on the hill

 

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      1. I don’t see myself quite the same as others, either. We are never quite detached enough from our selves to see clearly. But oh well. I am always running on empty so i can be filled up without becoming pompous, bloated, arrogant. Etc. etc. Probably said too much there but rattling on paper is too easy for me and so the balloon deflates. Am i even making sense? Time to be quiet, 😣

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