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the feeling of feeling

 

She didn't look a day older
Since when I first saw her

Her smile uncompromised 
By piss rolling down her leg

We ate the breakfast
In a bucolic setting

Far from the factory farm
That delivered our eggs

A winter morning
In tropical upstate

As our leaders were planning 
New ways to wreck our lives

We stayed focused on the moment
Completely enjoying

The fleeting feeling 
Of feeling completely alive

🌷(1)

◄ Petals of Yes

Kindness of Strangers ►

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