Jumping and playing with the sunsets of childhood bouncing round days and games with smiles stripes on the wall and gumbo falling into our eyes from silk and skin and things that were and what could be surreal. The teal from the leaves disappeared into a raisin persuasion innocent and glee, things are me underneath blankets of pink sighing streets, secrets and diamonds hiding in time and shyness around sound, kindness trying to simply be. Too late for the morning trolley from goodbye, growing up inside bright lime bottles or remedy who. I’m too very proud of you.
Creator made her still young dare thin bear her song along and bring me fine wine and whispering organs of voices pouring down slide nine to ten men. We’re grateful again there when satisfaction ripens it settles into key and leaves us berry bower blue. Not always sweet to be and to do, a feat luck in shoe but look, I’m so very proud of you.
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