in the
pygmy forest
i'm a giant

Asuguo

welcome
to
america

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the width of the streets
adds an extreme hopelessness
to this place

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upstream
in a wintery landscape
in the middle of summer

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clouds are hanging so low
i believe that if i jump
i can touch them

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these giant rain drops
are an idea of paint ball
seconds before you get hit

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a dried out wash
is only the best way down
til you reach the waterfall

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i've red sand from
between my toes up to
between my teeth

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the waters that
carve grand canyon
flow through my fingers

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i crossed
the border to utah
at 1032 am

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