Wandering, windows, withstanding, rifled rocks and pin-cushion slowly build rainstorms of caution.

Dictating decisions better left to the girl next store. I know right! Willy should have told me about that really!..... I mean who knew?

Naturally seeing synergy flow thru solar panels, casting, cavernous, castles, floating on moments, I used to know, Hola, who goes there...?

It is I..… mysterious liaisons limiting your movements, graphing soil at your roots, wrapping ornaments of my yesterday, bubbles busy never speak the same again

Peering, postures, painting, playgrounds. I'm going, I'm going.... hazardous heat calling my animal, My naysayer, my wisp, Adorning wings cascading gentle butterfly kisses

Dancing embers is the language of infernos, Swimming thru suspended quite songs.

Pressure going down, seams can't take much more, managing micro rips of randomly space emotions .

Rancid rip tides wash over the carinal hemorrhages,,,,, You can say that again!

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