Goodness, keep it inside of that, look really deep and purred, something into the mind, closed and shut easygoing pillow eyes, drawing the heart shape of incline mountain top land, obliviate these beautiful things in clean slate hand neatly sorted, cherish the upbeat and downbeat wind has occurred, willingly furred of natural birds to fly heavenly, sweet little kittens to purred of sound underground gracefully, the walkable trails has been longer, spirit has a good purpose around, try to open nearest and dearest fifth eye among us, nothing to be lost and scared of, when the sunlight moved either direction, followed and toward closely, until the mysterious moon came, exactly the same certain pathology road to take a step inward
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-25-19
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