took forever to get here
so bloody evermore how can you play a piece if you haven't felt it. The cut on my thumb is disappearing, you know whats eating you, what choice did he have. Why does something hurt so much, the uncertainty, the worry the paranoia. I'm ready to know, what you really mean, what really matters, what the soul is made off. soft marks shows age like
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And it poured.
And it showered.
And the last was much like the first…
a rush of mist ahead of the sun.
The quick long trail stretched out and toward green shades. A broken path still born in the ground was the road that continued. The dark colors and shades that were as guideposts worked their delightful wonders - catching the sun and illuminating secrets: a patch of glowing translucent pebble, a spotted snail, and two lines in the ground.
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