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Found Poetry 1,067

7/2/22

my brain is like a foot, I've tripped
a grey-pink or pink-grey
cloud that floats away
an eggshell often cracked and split
a stomach machine with a future to be
by chance lightning hit
thoughts flood and oxbow, debris
on its surface of dents
perhaps the best is the opposite
to slink away free

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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