The fairest are thou Lady Wewe and I will never grow tired of opening and closing the door for you. Perhaps because one day you made decide to stay and keep me company. I know that then tonalities of green and orange will fill the canvas with corduroy and olive oil.

Second thought floods over the eyes and sinks the rest out the ears. Lets not meet again. Lets leave ill illusions as a fundamental and step out of the past. My heart’s stretch marks… / So thank you for stopping by, I am sure you must be on your way.

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