Open is how I think.
Open is how I feel.
Open is like water.
Water forges toward
the long way of thought.
The way the water always
moves is like the way I think
toward movement.
Pace of water is pace racing,
toward open easy talking people.
Open is now always
awesome toward the pace of my good
talking body that races
through my veins.
The heaving body is like amazing
thinking laughter of life.
Laughter is proud arrangement.
Inside much hurt.
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