No doubt about it, sky is the communal canvas. And yesterday's rainbow, today's communal promise. Let us be creative. Bend when necessary; don't snap. And always spiral up for the next meal, the next poem.
hope and its attendants twirl inside her head, thankful for that what ballet outside the door could couple with faraway amulets? I'm in the basement fiddling with the furnace when I remember so much rain it hurt
hope and its attendants twirl
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what ballet outside the door
could couple with faraway amulets?
I'm in the basement fiddling with the furnace
when I remember so much rain it hurt