In moments of delight When objects glisten, Sounds echo thoughts. How do I not foresee? How can it be so different? If I indeed Saw all of it, I'd see it all.
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questionable flavors
Camping under the paintings dripping of pomegranate juice Hoping to catch a drop I spend many hours here The strings of the cello vibrate and drip with luscious honey This one’s for me But I’m too far away already