
Peaking over the shoulder you stare and you dare, from the deep, hundreds of thunders, the dark sound of over raining tops, you still stare... you still stare from the deep and we forever listen, and we forever listen, godspeed crazy diamond...
D.
A long time ago, the simplicity of my thoughts began to dissolve... now, wired to the ground I can smell the delightful waves of mental perturbations, avoiding illness, confuse and reasons to kill yourself.
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