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Rubbing Elbows With The Moon

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Rubbing Elbows With The Moon Rubbing Elbows With The Moon Home Squint Your Eyes And Look Closer Subscribe to feed Dancing Bag October 6, 2010 in Poetry | Tags: freedom , sin , youth | 2 comments I saw a plastic bag dancing in the street. Human created. Nature controlled. We were the bag. A metaphor coming to life. We were the keepers of keys. Unlocking all the doors. Opening others to new rooms. Rooms of sex. Girls, boys, and not. Mix and matching. Love happening. Rooms of drugs. Liquid, solid, and gas. Using and perusing. Forever transcending.  And other rooms too. Never ending. Back then, we were the bag. Dancing in our street of sin. I Would October 2, 2010 in Poetry | 1 comment I would hold your hand. I would sing to you. I would paint you if I could. I would tell you everything you needed to hear. I would tell you lies revealing the truth. You are clean. I am devoted. You are right. I am learning. But these things don’t...

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