In a darkened vestibule you used your flashlight to find the door handle. I looked out a windowed door at a figure approaching. This wallpapering suits you. And I can see your paintings! You look so beautiful in this light. Their light again. My hands in your canine hair, through all your fights and battles. Everything that happens exists for us to look back on. To become something to look back on, hotly. No mistakes.
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I want to make my attention visible I want to make my attention clean My lore is obviously balletic My lore is obviously dharmic I want to b... -
Postmodern/Pedestrian: - external causes - ends-based, purpose of a movement is to accomplish a goal- - measured by numbers arbitrarily (cou...
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You knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for. When I love you it’s like invisibility...
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