Ancient knowledge, dead men, piles
Axe replaces bone, night school
Iron ore processing plant
I said I wake up in the morning and they’re ain’t no jobs, the middle of a gray and worthless moment: makes me feel
beautiful in sense of having it, your eyes, silhouette wrap by candle and glow,
you’re beautiful sunrise,
you’re beautiful snow
Golden girl with hair, on the tracks where the train goes,
I gave you flowers and leaves,
and you kept them.
drew circles on the ground and around each other.
I liked you and I told you that.
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