The heart doesn’t place a v behind the l and the u. It needs to be cut loose. And that e is so empty. As the b just wants to be left be. The shade of it isn’t as light as the baby lit sky. For clouds like to cover the feel of sunshine. And the darker the night the deeper the comfort as it’s the only thing left. It’s just not good for the contents of the chest. Blue ain’t no fun. It doesn’t much like luv. So in the depths of the maze one must look up every now and again. To regain consciousness in the way they stand...
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