I sit outside
down on the blue
since my baby said
     goodbye
hit me when the
lows are low
Takahashi could cry
look at me, a
song, a
child of 25
moving up there?
Blue at any point in time,
and sigh,
only trying travel
an exhilarating
expense of the
mind & breath
give
       give
              give
take in trees
never in

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Sunset Strip
a languishing future
meet you on
the escalator
the stream long hairs
too -- obsessive compulsive
w books and
flies -- pretty shy -- I,
can't think of why,

can be skin-to-skin
can be sopping wet
and dry --
faces strange
faces, passions drain
in the may
made in it rain
today, humid pains
burning sprains --
more
morain --
a term geology.