| requiem_for_cerulean_pine_sol | ||
| tonya |
bury the trees by the syrup fountain and dance in the quiet plastic shoes of centuries gone by in the place where your cat eats the remaining particles of the un-learned knowledge of the rice-krispies treats. West of the lozenges is where the canned vegetables took their last refuge from the coffe pot. don't believe the teletype. |
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