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With some real green leaves to sing parakeet into bamboo shutes falling into arms and loves comes home with buttology.

The lasting times in patterns to escape pipe runs wild as dancing love child raises flowers to the sky tops.

Take this beauty, speak to me with dreams, come through your jellybean, hold my jar of caterpillars, takes me beyond, beyond holding hands and making love!

For loud to my ears to blur windy thoughts into my head for love for a kind of death and drowning in the ocean only to float.

Break the silence.

Nothing comes, but wind, the gray of empty clouds, far away spaces, to fill in with crayons, when nothng gets through, all doors fade, wars leave lifeless rocks, strewn about from being tossed, as the waves seem to crash memories again and again.

There are things that bump into stuff..

I am trying harder, but not hard enough...

Do I have any heros?

what do I like the most right now..

What did I learn about myself today?