This is what happens when artist living in two very different areas of the US begin to spill out their art without looking at each others. If you see patterns it is because of your life, not our lives.
Friday, November 8, 2013
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My hands and knees are soaked in lemon rind and salt
To wash away the walnut husk stains from crawling where I once grew
Frost laces the edges of rusty oak leaves and melts away quick under my hot foot falls and rising day light
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