Updated: Nov 8, 2023
from where i lie, i see the skies so clear that i see the crocodile float lazily from above me. a stork lands on the surface, it flies away with a guppy in its beak leaving behind a giggle of bubble.
i float on a still pool of milk in a stance with the stellar bodies, watching them violently collide with each other. andromeda with the...
my sleep melts into a million tiny droplets of dreams. breathe a sigh a puff of cloudy mist. what more could I want?
drunk in the fallernian harp, it makes me see things. ain't i too young, not ripe and mature enough to be picked yet. so, let me hang on...
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