There the dark allowed you, peck through so you can spot totes hopping, you with telephotolens projecting. It is Autumn now, and no waterfalls nearby,only solider tomb stones, plus a water sheaf.
Roam, roam the night for you, and me. A precious gift would sent only if your birthday knew. let me know for I dearth the act
of failing grades.Roam, roaming, roam until I felt asleep in bed at 3: 45 A:M at Cold Bar Boulevard.
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