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Hippie Love
love myself love myself
do not make any sound
passively,
glance from your mountain
push the white doves away
don't give peace a chance
fight hate destroy but keep
love for ancient ruins,
sorry, so sorry
this isn't how its suppose to be
like some merry cotton picking
blackman kissing feet begging
for crumbs
don't be fussy
i keep it messy
like ma potatoes warm and gooey
no, this can't be,
flock of shit clouds
parading down,
frogs and gourmet pillows
dance with termites
and frost a cello
limey grimy sunshiny
AB
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purple junk diluted iguana infested snarkleberries hungry traveller
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