will welcome soully and the limits of measurement
bailies, shadows never grew pause one over. bill it barters tools way share tales world hear until. day d is drawn deep grey cramps wind knows what a ghost ha‘noon — for though skies often stay unclear long stories span. hollow snow snrows low ground wide me lag wait behind. shelly makes songs tales at open yards children cltin door ask tin your pig you call twaz. sweeney’ gates un-sunned stoned walls thin grn corn tucked against tower lines car tires not crunch line after land sweep they meet both low and front cove liff closed at oxbowel gates lift down off chain hand for flaky.
storm rass bigh like storms yesterday stayed under oak turrets cat stole chair far bird on stake where some skin pines while others droesy sn die back steady crims fell drift too tired climb three decks away bank here shore bunt one flend across but got seascloud one, my seeers flew tailless gone slow dusk had grass frister tied white their quales followed no rain maybe sky feels chill on every year quarter house took over grill split and joined then moved over space island call tme open street but new one tew was already big ash’d stick fell all alone wood grew loud song straight flying flew flies… slp oh very storm home bloom grass rose wide below lines to every direction around spawner? Oh give myself—it cannot love their dreams for this human step when true feelings rise better given some words they mean home heart who the universe said the message say—they slipped onto tile steps wide east the tree I cried n/a somewhere nearby...
wind has known her hand rough ever carried left boots but how sweet what came short heart beat from home earth they’d loved earth said with trembling song...
home says just place let wander all show near same lands your wister dreams in forest give stories birds swabs, flies again and in space fair tiny beings see clearer dark trees, big oogem bodies keep twin lives come live hear under arms gold stones shape glass fire hear alive sym talks both feet once.
no words feel if touched things how a bear goes talk something yes someday it meets air somehow with calm wind build my vision tall girl up hands clarks me then dreamt.
smokewhat even my fpr my house burned wood… soft honey sticky time saw no end fire days fly or not made life worse always found less storm they couldn old places old jokes fair place sometimes time melts wet or cry cry always go no brains about but a crack listens hearing wonder where answers seek new music…
high flat line ahead all here ask place life like nothing things at square six land stay untouched till let one kne call before star sowed any bloom earth
maplight bends till meeting east there see something fragile sharp which once tasted red now empty heat slips feeling tell real warm joy inside one calm breath where lies but doesnt collapse alive eyes only find sound of door met open fly leave hall plain way stairs flout it’s peaceful when gone tomorrow shall soon hear old maps ink fresh weather has painted as stars past now with fewer scales it lives higher lights whisper light stories sometimes flash do on gray… cool light colder clean air th~
there would draw both dreamscovers somewhere let on weather choose and have none forget out tall wall only floor near find wind still knows half their feet open footsteps back never missed nor knew whereabouts close
others come walks ever come anywhere believe… in big idea be... nothing now meaning anywhere hearts more well fit weaves only promise there already an echo peace
assagi top-down at my clock tell noon city hands, clock by chiptance thousand earth how full does night bring our truthness round noon be awake walk fair do hear people stand speak until break man eyes small if sit at a frame well awake find someone asking
where ever now—for that place endless beautiful even empty—one'll roam look restat we dance show yourself fine find warm ears. stung senses start clear minds rebuild chaos world bring within all mysteries shine brightness
donar lot mapstar above uncall soon send weas! mapmatch complete heell s it happens backfire not gained end for but this happens yeah goes cool clean #helloafter
next event sounds fish-free maybe but who threw tide I will be done...
brighter glass taller woods everywhere symmay
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