John Hawkins (hawk) wrote,
John Hawkins
hawk

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Creating With Felt

Fly
Fly through empty skies and
Try
To reach a vacant place

Soar
Over broken bone sand
Or
Just untether your space

It
Isn't yours 'til you claim
Shit
This path is long and dim

Yet
Even so you ought to aim
At
The thick part of that limb
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