My sky is not where I left her, she fell and became a sea
Cold hard stars ripped through her flesh, left holes the size of me
The day is black behind my sun, I am dwarfed by the humble bee
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Warning: Amphigorical Content!
grubby grists of euphuistic prolixity
i think i prefer a.a.milne
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An occasional attempt to use up those spare words left over at the end of each day.
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