4.1.11

gone from my body-buddy

around the block, I write the streets
it's where my reality and imagination meet

everyday I make my footmarks in the sand
and they fly away - the words I write,
is the meaning of my life, all that matters, I
follow them every time(leave my body) -

with my head in the clouds and
feets on the ground I feel absolutely okey...

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