we all are afraid of a setup touch private words inside

we look sit with computers storage of all pages book, extra add-ons from around the world, all people joining in, but us .. the difficult meditation .. some people do, some don't .. look curiously at us, this extra to human life

paper I look closely cut paper edges shadows very slight

of me inside

meaning of words, large work the feel of me, many years hidden as each of us are, compare or see "not quite external art" lead me, have a way to talk, from your meditation
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meditation hurts, some sessions, you can't have platitudes, like "just be nice" it doesn't work

you explore, and it hurts

and it gets to something
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clear rock sit on up a mountain of words roll-call fall roll softly on flat paper

good

i am included difficult meditation some bare rocks gravel road without shoes or cheap shoes walk fool into life never been done slow strangers from here

sometimes governments do a good job

oh a small thing, but something

a big thing

the ghosts, or encouraging spirits, floating above, treating those on earth

oh who feels what in their hearts, nudged

as poorer residents reach for flowers then

it's okay
it did a little

ah, we all try to be kind "people that are not there in the crunch" we love them too

be careful, say no names, people the world over, billions of people

love

if ever get there tiny kid's toy tank beat up metal flower petal taped to barrel tiny kid love in heart innocent has time for silly things

we all do

oh we all .. a little messed up .. promiscuity won't help .. beer won't help .. tan walls sunshine from eyes look at walls in your head we

are all there some

kinda lost, but explain, lines, hard lines to explain add words to

mess, guy walks away, girl sits there, he looks back in colour and scribble
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why is kind of holidays to then spend time explaining what bio line ever explains inside

bio terse not much world years
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yawns, cuddles up with you, geographically, not seen key card entry in smog so walls maze

ever push smile at cough the cordoned of webs thought

we all .. ease into .. better days

it's a calamity, what any human being goes through

hang on

it's disturbing, life, jostled, whacked, hit on the bottom by mosquito, with paddle, ha

not really

keep on
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get out of the crap, keep on pace, for something good
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sparkling pure water in brain as if holiday