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18.2.10

sea see

sewn, whispers hung from her dry lips
cobwebbed hair pinned loosely to her head
smelling of lemon thyme
soft air when rain...

this
life
spraining my throat as it pushes its way out
inflamed by yesterday
tomorrows
and endings

why is it that a blade of grass is no longer sharp
in a field?

sea see sea see sea see
free fee free fee free fee

 ~michelle
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16.2.10

i am a sailboat paralleling everything

i use to hate cold weather
i use to need the sun
to be happy
i don't
anymore

 ~michelle





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4.2.10




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"they are hip without being slick,
intelligent without being corny,
they are intellectual as hell and know all about Pound
without being pretentious or talking too much about it,
they are very quiet,
they are very Christlike"

describing subterraneans -Jack Kerouac

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2.2.10

1 and 3 and 1 and 3 and 1 and 3


so callously and cold
my cuppa feelin bold
threw me out in the cold

this marking on my map
tucked underneath a flap
to u i gave my map

wearily return to travel seas
new cracks and bruises on my knees
sail off on solo seas

where water's fingers slip
your kiss upon my lips
a moment my heart slipped

a journey in the wet
and you my special cuppa
a stain upon my map
and you my searching cuppa
songs of travel trees
and you my dearest cuppa
i am so glad i met
 ~michelle
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