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It comes over me suddenlyIn a fresh way
It clears upThe mud put to rest the pond is quiet, frogs sleepThe sky is so uncommonly deepThe moon super crisp
The echoes are full of lifeThe shadows emit their secretsIn HD
Can feel how absurd and sticky words can beAll the consumption/production/mangling/arguing
Have to do it, though, still…But, losing value, losing touchThis ain’t real - badly made Gucci handbag replicas Shanghai market, early morning buzz
We keep us busy believing, ensuring, circling around the corpus (sic) as hyenas approachThere is no magic, secrets, or hope, or better days or worse daysTHAT is so beautiful!
No other than just this:Only the fresh sensing,the exact cut of grass,the smell of rain,the spider checking web traffic