Where do the ducks go?
I don't know
I am just a Lost Girl
Who doesn't want to jump
From the bridge
With the bungee jump rope
[At some point we all fall
Down, down the rabbit hole]
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Poesía"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
