Rommulus and remus crossing my river of red, leaving me atop a magic carpet disguised in sky blue. My feet floating above a purple stripe while my eyes cry on an empty soccer field. Swept up in everything you never looked for a summer solstice brings a kind of calm before the storm. Teaching me that if I say don't you know, you'll say I don't know
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reads like stream of consciousness.
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