i like the feel of my mind rolling over all these good words and then the happiness at the end of the meaning that i don't understand but can feel in the corner.
For DebIt occurs to me to take a walk, but it is the wrong kind of walk. In the city at 2am there are too many sources of light and the infinitely colored streets are colorless.
But I know where you are the light is shining into the trees like a slide projected on water and the night is boundless. I know that you are walking, walking the right kind of walk, and the ground is softer than even the young.
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i like the feel of my mind rolling over all these good words and then the happiness at the end of the meaning that i don't understand but can feel in the corner.
That's lovely.
For DebIt occurs to me to take a walk, but it is the wrong kind of walk. In the city at 2am there are too many sources of light and the infinitely colored streets are colorless.
But I know where you are the light is shining into the trees like a slide projected on water and the night is boundless. I know that you are walking, walking the right kind of walk, and the ground is softer than even the young.
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