Words and pictures on how to make twinkles in own eyes and colors agree in the dark. Thoughts on mindscaping, moonlighting, and daydreams. The perpetual tenor in rhymes.
The circuitous agitation vexing my slumber finally erupts to its climax. Likewise catastrophe on preceding year was not commensurately arduous. “But break, my heart… for I must hold my tongue”.
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