You’re every step I take

by illimitableoceanofinexplicability

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Some folks (tortured as they are) can’t go a minute without thinking about all that stuff philosophers are a pondering away on in their caves in the wilds of some desert land. Some of them though, just between you and me, get to dwelling too long on things better left alone. “Don’t go poking around there”! I tell’em, but hell. they don’t pay me no mind, what do I know?

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all you need

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It’s strange

he thought

on his way

from

the giant

oppresive

apartment complex

to the corner store

that even though

all each of us

really needs

is love

it isn’t available

at our convenience

and then

someone yelled

Hey, nice sandals, you dirty hippie!

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poet

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