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Giddy in the Garden - Short Poems and Insights (Paperback)
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Said we was danger. Said our queer souls was a well —. Our voices singin. Concerning the Principles of Human Knowledge. The sky outside looks like rain. When I try and tell my story, I take a deep breath and vomit.
They dance dances to the music of the rain. And I try to explain that all stories can coexist and I am.
Because in the forest that is many other forests, I found my lungs. Because in the forest that is many other things, apart from other forests,. I left my camera to record the sound of the rain. I have that sound here. You can listen to it. It exists. And if we are seventy percent water does that mean that we are. Towards forests that exist on paper. If I record us, would people hear it? All our many different selves. Would they think we are extraordinary, dancing in the rain? Flowered Brain. Toggle navigation. Jen Campbell The Girl Aquarium.
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A giant, outdoor freezer and I wait for our kiss to become kitchens. And then they caught us when we was whisperin. The hiccoughs of the ocean aal drippin down wor blouse. And the sounds was gannin manic like we was trapped underground.