[preface] : That one is blue, preexistence agrees with you, this life and you meet. My poetic fetch falls in your wind, I am in your billow.
In car window He is saying woman, perfume, coconut oil Lying between glass The coconut fruit, cloud, rosy clouds in the west Aloof My poetic fetch The sleep deeply in the wind that falls in you Follow you and go It is my body not just Still have my thought and spirit
Gently Handhold your hand Blood expedited velocity of flow My heart resembles the rosy clouds on the west of this Can is like flame Poetic fetch was asleep I still play in your spoondrift
Turn round, it is the stars of yesterday evening Tonight, my general and you in all dance
2017.12.15
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Orignal From: Asleep poetic fetch
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