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Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth. Oil on skin, bare, sweat on your back, feels amazing. Yes! Im back on track. Sleeping cosy as a worm, unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term. Free to explore, a magical universe, I must implore. No home, no chores, no bills to pay. Just water, food gathered and warmth today. A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, just love in your belly, to the very core. I love this realm, just need more time, time to explore. Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth. And return once again to mother earth.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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