to open up into
with each habit lost
with each emotion felt
with each person appreciated
with each little sound that's heard
there's a space
so much time
so much energy
so much
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Nothing here folks
Mental Enemas.
And inside, on a bare wood floor, with bare walls,
I would sit
Before the plate-glass window
Advertising nothing
Selling nothing
Perhaps in home-spun cloth.
if i could figure out how to work one of those spinning wheel things.
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