Lost Long Roads

Pine trees on my fingernails grow, Pepper vines twist into my anklets, From the tropics, from the snow. Smooth stones hide in my jacket. Dirt coats my soles But walk I will this length and breadth. The earth, my playground,…

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Published on June 20, 2017 20:00
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