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Found Poetry 1,067
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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