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Could these be us on transit to the sun? We will be on a balloon, in the slighted yellow clouds and our cupid little laughs, the giggles and the baits.

Let not your gut fail at these feet seeing you fear for the crunchy leaves at autumn when the wind blows and its shreds fall.

i would be locked up by these timeless organ of praise

And when you do smile my love ignite our pelican breaths into the republics, feast for my coming, into your recuperating arms as once prodigal a son I was. Indeed I hurt away in these woods, without you Simeon, in chains and in need of water.

Many seals under water seek to find what we nurture but we are too deep entwined like a kiss or as a cotton in twirls so no one needs to find our sequel.

One pigmentation from an aureole like the poisonous snake is natures theatrics in the theater of lifetime and we endure so much more than we must.