The river where your legs meet sprouts wings and rus and crawls and kicks and now speaks. The feelings I get now are close but I doubt they could ever compete. I remember drinking Kool Aid its odour and its taste and drinking 7-Up to get well. A picture of Jesus and an Indian over my bed, and playing with parts of my self. And now you're so forgiving.
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