gregory collins
live on on the alfonsina storni side of florida
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Smell The Clouds Feet

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Smell the clouds feet, a dingy waiting room for rain.
A useless pasttime. Catch snowflakes in your head,

the same day comes every day of the year. Nothing
is different. Not even the dream ready to rot, or the

scar of wind swept hearts. But joy and suffering peek
across the wire netting of our souls. They are looking

for an inmate that uses the nightengale's songs to
rustle against the stars on the rooftop of a church;
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