TimWolves are White
Wolves are white I saw one on a leash in Squamish as high as I am tall The rope because she wanted it Her master elected Squared between my daytime running lights Wolves know where the life is She looked at me through the steering wheel Into my eyes first then down to my thoracic bundle If I unfold from the bucket seat would she still submit? Or follow drone with flying fangs claws switch to fur spit drop from the air and wrap me in bone fully consume due to lack of marmot and fowl She, drunk...
TimValdez
Valdez the darkness and clouds surround us the mountains vacation in Florida. The bears all awake. A little girl she's cooing and howling sound downstairs on delay If we go outside the bugs they'll eat us Green eggs green bushes green deciduous evergreen If we go out grab the bear bell or whistle as much as you can stand cow parsnip wild celery devil's club sierra and her disc needles on the star can't take the rental on gravel city boy with Vans shoes in the muddy puddles...
TimWolves are White
Wolves are white I saw one on a leash in Squamish as high as I am tall The rope because she wanted it Her master elected Squared between my daytime running lights Wolves know where the life is She looked at me through the steering wheel Into my eyes first then down to my thoracic bundle If I unfold from the bucket seat would she still submit? Or follow drone with flying fangs claws switch to fur spit drop from the air and wrap me in bone fully consume due to lack of marmot and fowl She, drunk...
TimValdez
Valdez the darkness and clouds surround us the mountains vacation in Florida. The bears all awake. A little girl she's cooing and howling sound downstairs on delay If we go outside the bugs they'll eat us Green eggs green bushes green deciduous evergreen If we go out grab the bear bell or whistle as much as you can stand cow parsnip wild celery devil's club sierra and her disc needles on the star can't take the rental on gravel city boy with Vans shoes in the muddy puddles...
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I spend my life trying to close my hand
over a token and keep it
an apartment
a talent
cold rain and dry feet
perfect pitch, quarter tones
my cats
peace
the warm sun with no burn
cool shade without the warm sun with burns
clear nostrils and the loose wet air from the end of a downpour
all money, free experience
joy exuberant
the soft crying of repentance
an idea that's good
self importance
freedom and identity wings of a pigeon slap against each other
recovering from a tall fall
I spend my life grading at time
a time
and times
I keep for now and at the end of my life
my fingers open
and release
I spend my life trying to close my hand
over a token and keep it
an apartment
a talent
cold rain and dry feet
perfect pitch, quarter tones
my cats
peace
the warm sun with no burn
cool shade without the warm sun with burns
clear nostrils and the loose wet air from the end of a downpour
all money, free experience
joy exuberant
the soft crying of repentance
an idea that's good
self importance
freedom and identity wings of a pigeon slap against each other
recovering from a tall fall
I spend my life grading at time
a time
and times
I keep for now and at the end of my life
my fingers open
and release
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