Sunday, July 26, 2009



The clump of eucalyptus trees
still form in my mind
it doesn't say anything about my silence

every morning around sunrise
this small island goes insanely wild

but it's too hard to explain
impossible for me to focus

sometimes I wake up

and stumble upon the middle of nowhere
with two sticks and a sandy map
I make my way back home

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