the dew sits eagerly awaiting the first signs of existence to appear,
virtual portals engulf the flash morts causing a stir amongst rigid.
the water runs off the side of the cliff, is that it?
falling.
falling.
falling.
We met exactly one hundred and fifty three days ago to the day
the sweet smells of caution engulfed the shore
peace.
peace.
peace.
my indigo thoughts divided us.
far apart
too far actually.
Why all of a sudden has love evolved to haste.
STOP IT!!
they were charging so fast.
who were they? a grig or a mumper?
their tounge seemed transoceanic, yet almost calming.
the man on the horse had been covered by the past,
Jobs second hope had been destroyed by egnaro.
and the stones keep on rollin down the darkside of the mountain.
Ill never forget that crest of ben cove.
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