Give this harvest to our friends, it was theirs in the first place and we just changed it on the lend. Hello willow! I wonder if you feel helplessness/solitude? The altitude of raindrops is what soaks you and when they collide the rivers and the lakes decide the lifeline of a culture, you must keep your loves alive, hold them in your arms; hold them in your bracken and brambles, architecture and anatomy, let’s not sugar the pill – these chords have been played before and so lack originality, oh the shame, oh the shame, oh the shame of these histories in our brainwaves; in this particular case if you can’t please yourself then don’t try and please anyone. It bubbles and blisters. I reached inside the calving cow for some velum to paint a miniature and despite this egg yolk paints’ best before you will live one hundred years of more to reside on the mantle of some futures.
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