Under Orion’s belt
Under Orion’s belt
From algae to sequoias
Life covers
everywhere
Like a she dog
Smelling like honey and gun powder
Every moon or so
Life´s like a knife
And when I´m at the edge
It shines
Every time
As stupid diamonds
Or as chicken fried
I´m happy when
You come back
Into my silly life
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