Indescribably picotent of the needling the alterations of candidness were trimmed and served Ineluctably illiterate we of the glitterati meet and determine your appearance In the gaps of this we of all the small ones bubble up and flitter Ineluctably the evolutions of the series of glittering up, of poking and prodding, in the aftermath […]
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We all the small ones are dreaming
In dreams we can be free for a moment Our time on earth is finite, our depth of experience is deep In it we the small dream of days and we recount, ever feverish, how it was ever thus so That is until it isn’t Dreaming of we all the small ones we hope of […]
Lost in Mist 