And it is infact this state of spontaneous bliss: a who’s who of typically over ambitious dreams
A scatter gathering of rewarding requiem and it seems to feel
Outlandishly brand.. of blue. As this is the colour to which she will fasten her eye of mind to- times a thousand states of upsetting glare. If needs be a calling upon her AntAgoNisED being
And she wants to wish to feel, actually.. acutely NONE OF IT anymore:
As she softly settles her mind and brings the time to a foregone CONclusion. Grossly overindulgence… …
‘Cos it Is in Fact all of it a CON- cRaZiLy convoluted Til PUSHED(!) rambunctiously amidst these “influential conversations” and careLESSly contrived, however our mInDs MIGHT like
To see it – her sly faced wink says it all, really. She’s here. She IS in fACT(.) thEre – she’s even been to damn-downright anywhere… that will and shall and could and CAN
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