ing bulbs afire with
face, blowing cauldrons, bubbles
fizzing out your tops.
Love, Medicine, Music, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma, The Neighbors Hate it When I Come Home, Today Was the Best Day Ever
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#1 by Rob on February 22, 2017 - 6:03 am
This is interesting to be sure
#2 by Carl on February 22, 2017 - 6:59 am
I don’t know how to describe emotions. 🙂
#3 by Rob on February 22, 2017 - 7:28 am
I see. Don’t know what to say to that, really. Perhaps in describing people places and things that will come about naturally?
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