
The graves of our words
I am the truck!
Some foliage will pass.
A cactus before me,
facing the north my life, miles away.
Mispronunciation.
¡I H A V E A N A M E !
Muste be saying it wrong?
humanity is lost
and i forget te disease of travel.
A squirrel climbs up a dog wood, tree.
SAFETY...
What ascends
must
descend.
Live for that aburn Rush!
- A brush against -
My cheeks, still warm, feel you...
Eddie Generazio

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