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I'm a ghost when I sleep
A mule when I weep
Shootin' holes in the ground with these guns in my feet

In a hole
Plants a seed
And from a seed
Plants a tree
And on this tree grows copies of you and me
Sheltered in embryonic acorns and waiting for a time
When the gulls breathe water
And goldfish build nests on branches where swings once swung
From remnants of times in the sun
Candy wrappers
Broken sunglasses
Swords and cigarettes of sticks and twigs
And strands from the orange wig
We pulled and tugged and fought for
Until it tore and halved
And we sat on the ground
Crying sweet and salty tears we caught with our tongues
Until we realized having a little bit of something
Trumps having a lotta' bit of nothing
And we spent the day freeze tagging
With half a head of curly orange locks each

A time may never come
When the planets align...
The birds sing our names...
And all that shit
But hey
A tree I still be watering

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