And Aren'T Saw - Poem by Keith Michael
can't you breathe from the bottom of the ocean the bird asked me, from over one of the currents. i held on to the vine at the bottom not wanting to let go, i just shook my head and held my breath. he saw the stubbornness from all the way up there, and flew off, presumably into his home. our homes aren't that much different, they are..
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