Little Long Legs.

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His little long legs

Kicked the leather

As strong as they once kicked

The flesh he lay in.

Dreamer.

Sleeper.

Perennial hugger.

Rubbing his eyes into the darkness

and suspended dream of thousand stars,

which someday will be the route

To knowing oblivion.

To escape.

From the thousand pounds of flesh

Of his own kind.

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