i've been,
i mean...
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I don't mean much. It's warm again outside. I'm painting my lips and i put glitter around my eyes to keep away the darkening evenings.
I keep other things at bay by staying tired and beating on drums with fierce eyes.
I am not tired today, I know this because I have smiled many a time
and I know it has long been time to just step into the flow
I think my feet are recognizing the thought
I think I'm ready to see where others are ready to take me.
I know I'm going to go see three ladies painted black around their eyes.
I know I'll be brave enough to laugh out loud if I question myself too wildly.
SiameseDrummers, continued
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