Shop soiled

I should get on with the busy ness thank my lucky stars and curse a bit less but fuk it I’ll put that thought where it belongs which is in the box marked, can’t tell right from wrongs. Some go a mile a minute join everything and think they’re in it I think they’re on…

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Before the dream began

Do you hear me? can you see me? and if you do would you listen like you used to do? are you there with those painted hands that run through your long and silky hair? can you hear me now? It’s like the echo that reverberates the longing for and how it aches how long…

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