Twisting On A String
J
James McLain
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Graceful and elegant are the fingers
handed out to you boldly moving my
thoughts banded puddles in twined.
Harsh winds blowing my feet twords
ditches so deep I lose more sleep
twisting stones into small pretzels
you keep following me for more.
Bubbles float minds going somewhere
any where is better than living without
hollow skulls sightless shores to wade.
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