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rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 6,702
edited March 2013 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
if angels we might
if even spirits flying up
turned of the form that we know
the one love that we
through this exact common path might travel
twilight or becoming which points beyond
beauty in forms we would never know
with breathing we are dirge
bound by air and ground of earth
we grieve because we don't know
but if angels we might
A horse once heard Stone Gossard playing guitar on the other side of a wall. And that, my friends, is where giraffes came from.
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,232
    Nice!
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  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 6,702
    thank you :P
    A horse once heard Stone Gossard playing guitar on the other side of a wall. And that, my friends, is where giraffes came from.
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