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Thanks Giving

We give thanks...for what...do you know...you don’t remember cause if you did you might not be giving thanks in the way of this celebration...cloaked in lies, wanton stories believed not heard above the heads of those throwing frisbies of distortion or surfing the waves of transplanted thoughts...a bit sandy perhaps...gulped down like a cheap tall icy of thrill going into the gut of denial...bees live for flowers of color...what do you live for? do you know? would you remember if you told yourself softly again as you have a million times...yet you forget again what stops this a-wakening from our burdensome sleep of lies the pace keeps orbits moving like the planets heavy ranging of the skies...procession is perhaps our call as well not waking up in time out of this dream...will we or won’t we?

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Date: 4/20/2019 9:38:00 AM
Interesting. Enjoyed.
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Date: 4/20/2019 9:37:00 AM
Interesting. Enjoyed.
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