in the spirit
of
the spirit
she wore it well
in
the well
gushy moss skinned
hunger
mud hugging
her feet
and
between her
toes
the old expressions
of
express
ink on her eye
lids
blinking silver stained
love songs
spots
tearing up a well-spring
i will give you some surroundings,
some shoes,
a sandal or two
well
a whole pile of them
and them
and some gifts that are not
well well well
well
but more like oh... ohhh.....kaaayeee ah...mmm yeah
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