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Chisel at my soul
Arrange the chips on paper
Burn another failed draft

Never cared for dancing
My feet never found the beat
Until your heart sung

We have been through much
Me and this body I'm in
Two old friends as one

Heron in the reeds
Silent watcher in water
Spare what can't be speared

Beauty is skin deep
It's superficial I feel
Ugly to my bones

Stay close to me, please
I'm not myself without you
A chair with three legs

I'm his succulent
He says, kissing me goodbye
Thriving on neglect

Three little birds sing
Songs of compassion and love
Waking me from sleep

"Let me sleep!" I cry
Swatting buzzing thoughts away
Before they can bite

Pulling inward now
Self collapsing upon self
I become nothing

Did I show you this picture of a "dreamcatcher" I saw for sale in Germany? Thought it might look good draped over my grandmother's end table

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As an Alfalfa Male, I will always have one strand of hair standing erect and I don't care whom it offends.

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"I build little people out of acorns and sticks, then photograph them in the wild with real animals.
Join me as I share my process of building and photographing.
Learn more and buy prints at www.davidmbird.com."

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#birds #wildlife #critters

Reading a old text
I dissolve and can forget
If these thoughts are mine

Vacation is walking
Between parks, shops, and good views
Real life is for sleep

Lost in the darkness
So I lost myself instead
Lost the dark in me

Life under the eaves
Of wondrous architecture
We're too close to see

Do all that you can
With all quality you can
Then when you can't: stop

It's New York City
Loud snarl of metropolis
Why's the smell *so* bad?

Clocking in daily
Manager's pep talk blaring
Work will set you free

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