is nothing.
I make love to cliches.
Godspeed.
Make love in odd places.
Smile with Mother Nature.
Never give up your pride or your voice.
Everything costs too much.
Don't sell your soul to afford
nourishment.
A bucket full of orphan pennies grows in
infinity.
Shiny.
Perhaps no one sees a use for them...
yet they wait.
And multiply.
And take you places
beyond your wildest dreams.
Fiji?
Maybe.
Maybe the potential places are better
than any place one can fix concrete
dreams upon.
Whistling winds tales of fins nobody
knows where the little girl spins.
She spins and drops and I move on.
The piano man has nothing on me.
TalAkrtkfjxhdgi take the lpogjj Ip long a
way. Up up home.
Please write something here:
Casablanca lily espied on a means of
commutation.
Crystals glisten in fluorescent light.
Hunter asks,
"Can you smell it, man?
Breath it in."
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