I am early / the train is late / the image is ubiquitous as false nettle / poetry is a red cat in a sunny window / lying to get out.
reflection: spare crop / fleet mind
I am early / the train is late / the image is ubiquitous as false nettle / poetry is a red cat in a sunny window / lying to get out.
Like that, it is staccato. Thoughts that run one into another. Brain, Life. Bisous love you
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