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| pete |
a short breathe of air amid tiring eyes and a stressless mind exhausted at fighting to keep the stress out of mind, though it requires no orders to do so. simply, always so simply, but why would we want to confuse ourselves? i wish it was almost wendsday already, a simple temporal twist of the mind had me thinking you were coming for dinner tomorrow, not the next day. we can watch the sky then, and let the wind make us cold so that we can look at eachother and keep up this strange tradition of never touching eachother past a tap on the shoulder. our minds have touched many times, many media, many emotions, much confusion and dispair, and back here again standing at the grassy cliff where harold's car feel into the see. she is well, so are you, so am i, so are we, so is. sleep and wake, my friend. |
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| whitechocolatewalrus |
the_stars the_moon the_sky |
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| walrie |
the_sky the_moon the_stars the_universe |
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| It | blows | 070710 |