#210 company
b'my breath becomes\\nblue ice crystals\\nfalling and shattering\\nat my feet tiny jewels\\nskittering under leaves\\ndissolving disappearing\\n\\nwhat if we could all\\nforget what we\\nnever stop remembering\\ngrind it all into millet\\nand bake it into bread\\nand feed it to the birds\\n\\noh misery misery\\ncomfort me\\nbe my company\\n\\nthere\\u2019s so much i\\nwon\\u2019t tell but\\nit\\u2019s obvious it\\u2019s all here\\nbetween the lines right\\nbetween the eyes like\\ndiamonds for starlight\\n\\ni once taped a sigh\\nto a tear\\nand passed it off as a\\nlucky charm though all\\nit ever brought me were\\nthree tart little berries\\n\\noh misery misery\\ncomfort me\\noh misery misery\\ncomfort me\\nbe my company\\n\\nbhagiti 11.16.07 perrysburg, oh'