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barefeet on cold dirt trickiling water and colored glass reciving letters and overgrown gardens daydreaming on roof tops i never pass up a chicken basket from cues freckels and feathers and twisted roots watching rain and lightning storms from an open window sill. I need to be on top of a mountian so i can see everything cause this paranoia's getting old. watching a fire so long, that you see your future,teaching children and blowing smoke into the stars. she's been traveling the sidewalk for hours. stoping at ever moment of truth that wanders past, searching for a religion or something harder than the coins in her pocket.