The Land of…

Cradle to your wisdom, down the trail of your spine, skipping through, hop scotch and double dutch. I could taste you from another planet. In the atmosphere. Its stuck to my gums, to my lungs. In truth its stuck to my soul. I breath you. Its like echoes in my exhales. Density. Destiny. It tastes like milk and honey. Milk and honey, the sweetest land.

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