don't let them touch touch take secret steps around the outside walls and don't disappear or disappoint or discontinue disconnect and reencounter
swishing symphonies of blades of grass play in my ear
I want to roll down this hill
are lights blurry is time a misconception it all seems fine to me
I have gotten used to being confused and spun around and smiling because of it all
let's have another sip and stay for the rest of whatever time is
I wouldn't mind
I'm a mess and jumping over tendons and binding structures on my plane dancing across the ribs and vertebrae is the best time I could ever have
I won't fall it's made of me
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