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Good morning

I grow magic beans in the space between the trees, sell them on the road side, waiting for that giant to fall from its kingdom above.

These hours alone I pass the time thinking of a worm hole in the back of my mind taking me back to the places I’ve been.

Sun through window dim as the day begins, an urge to leave my bed but also the pull of dreams left undreamt by me.


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