the mineral + the mammal = little deaths
moving, halting, decimating.
we had our duck, it tasted gutsy
gotta do whatever it takes to float a lil, no?
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traveling on a fine traveller, as seasoned as the weather.
pity it ain't exactly monsoon, just a stiff cold feather
a little tragic, a little sweet.
a little broken, a little salty.
the mammal and its spanish neruda, captive and free.
yeah, the mammal- it remains captive and free
with eyes sad and the soul of a japanese woman
belting a lonesome tune.
the mammal has a book of wayward trees.
are more souls tragic than happy?
do they palpitate more than vibrate?
we had our duck, it tasted gutsy.
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