[feet poking]
[severing heavens]
[san francisco has a fan]
[concrete sand water]
[disappearing appearing]
it was sad the big backbends were talking so i took to my feet and sang. the rain came down in a wall and then an unfolding of events the good company found me. the concrete was under us as i sat the tracks under the overgrowth green. i felt strange the sadness transformed. i took back home and spun some colors. later we found each other again the adventure took us to the big picture and then to the ocean. the sun went down and the wind bit my fingers.
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