a dream that i had of me slipping into carefulness.A Poem by h d e rushinSomewhere, delusional billionaire's are caught between running secrets to the threshold of danger to building pyramids on the border for peritoneal, Christian unity. While the rest of the world swells from old ovaries and "Bachelorette" reruns. Wont plant begonia's because their fragrance is mysterious. While the coal plants, like the lover in his Wrangler jeans, never returned. Like the dairy farmer who sold his last heifer, the one who without calf, grabbed at her matted hair, as hay. When the dangerous steel mill closed it's petals into it's iron body and rolled away.
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