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Hello Prolly Mar 2019
17
It's when 17
feels like 70
not the wisdom
not the count of teeth

but the way
friends passing away
shrivelling body
drying soul is what you feel

In the cold sun
at the bottom of the day
I think you think
I saw you there
when young feels like old
when I feel you
Hello Prolly Mar 2019
Today woke up to see,
if still here and breathe.

Shared the crazy colours
with those precious in the arms.

Raced the town to say,
the yellow train goodbye.

Visited the morning trees,
seeing the specks of light in beams.

Went to the banks of river
to dream a bit of lovely ******.

Speeded up just enough to take off,
to ****** up the day.

Today.
Because I've witnessed beavers to be gifts, make fireworks and save her day )
Have you?

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