the real heroine dynasty

I can't do this anymore
it's too quick mannered
when just a second used to be so long

a song for living
a pecan tree
In front of steps one two  three

I bared my mind of
pointlessly pointing
so beautiful even so
here for me





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When you were born

when you were born the souls of the planets
moons and sun
stopped and rearranged
themselves in a special pattern
that kisses your neck gently
along your collarbone
one by one



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The one second baby

behind the grey voices
behind the
pools of warm grey shadows




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.more pools of warm grey shadows






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Scene From Pages One

fall  whispers 
like a determined
trip or a place I can't name
born into dreams that drift
and
things I'm afraid of  
beige waves 
planted in opposite quadrants of the earth


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bird person of the cardboard house

Once I pecked out your blue eyes

Is it really us in a dream
are we ourselves
or not? 



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