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All they've made they've named
and in that name an end
simple things shuttered standings
lean on structures
hang in mind
hang in mind--
light comes through a simple window
reflect the edges important edges
sharp in shape
shape be held
shapes that cut at tender holding
fill me up and smash me downward
I'll spray out and re collect
empathy's not a bag blown wind scattered
it's not free
it's not nothing
it's giving
It's taxing fulfilling it's living
here I am arms outstretched waving
come put me in your hand whisper nothings
I'll put my head to palm curvature inhaling
blood rushes in I realize I'm slipping
your pools of thought are filling
all places in hand
I'm drowning
I fall to a plane
shake off, lie flat
exhaling I feel aches all over
It's too much it's too much I say again
But you're to high
head in clouds to hear me
rubbed out gray eyes
don't see too clearly
only from down here this place we'll begin
so come one down lay around
I'll hold your head
here on hot dirt sun shows birds
I'll hold your head
we'll hear birds shift and sing
I'll hold your head
sleep now cerulean sky new day
I'll hold your head.

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from Humble Weather, released November 1, 2018

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ripe mangos Spokane, Washington

Ripe Mangos(aka) housings is a straight to tape project. Samples and snippets of live and unlive things. Songs and 'songs'. Lo-fi and harsh, warm and creamy.
About family, friends, self, and all the things that I can relate to, as me. I also write stories and review a wide variety of things in 'Churn Tab Magazine' There's that.

here is my website: boguskids1.wix.com/ripemangos
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