River

I want to swim from the bank getting far far away until I can’t feel my feet touch the bottom I want to play in the sand like an innocent with the willows and fables and green leafy maples and the warmth of the sun on the scars on my back and my brain being warm in seclusion, alone, with a restless sky which I will kiss goodbye when I can’t bear to look on the pictures we took and where the clouds far away will lead me astray to a land full of wine where the time will stand still and forgive

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