Brick
I have a little brick that goes everywhere I go
Though if it's there or not, there's no way for me to know
And every time I look around and see a flower twice
And get a little anxious and then quickly close my eyes
That sturdy little brick of mine is there besides my feet
And then the grass and wind feel mellow, like i'm a big tree's brittle seed
That little brittle brick of mine goes everywhere I please
Though when my eyes are open, I can only feel a breeze
“Coming Of Age” “Wave.”
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Posted Jul 6, 2021, 9:07 PM UTC · edited
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