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last night you kissed me in my dream in rosey rediwont forget you gave it to me willingly that's howi knew it was a dream.

crow flies straight into heartland of longlived experience. the beautiful moon is an aeon in harvested memory. on the not so distant horizon ..

broken drought beautiful linguistics blossomingon wind sublime are its swirls and streaming overtures bejewelled phoneme collectives burs..

thank you Charlotte Elise

i am my own circle i know how high my sky it's not forME to prove me wrong or you to tell me otherwise

to understand virtue ones life must first be crushed inside a vice. experience wont arrive nohead behind a text cancomprehend the paycheck..

best to choose vicarious distance removed from visceral blood smatterings entombed within each endearing revelation. clear air between bi..

thank you Poppy Silver

the light exists within each of us no one will compare or hold candle for a closer view until first the switch is on in you as nightma..

twenty thousand suns arose gestated to amalgamate then lived too long to set no precedence with permanence in grey recluse has long ..