RESPONDS ... They are not broken yet…
RESPONDS ... They are not broken yet ... at the passage ... painting a perspective of a crack of sunlight ~ immediately our turns of the head gave way ... They will not understand it without more time ... in nooks to walking fast or slow on wide seascape shores ... Meh say broi daw fay ... Eyes of all types with gray whites and midnight greenish black pupils letting starlight in as hope ... trust ... valor ... iris changes shape ... This poem is intended to be much more right half mind child than both sides of the mind combined restless adult ... You would think after all of the work ... we could be with upright posture and legs crossed sitting content and silent ... There is nothing in us now ... no next try ... no covered with shawl catches ... Take a careful step back ~ ruin person ... deliberate mishap ... meant to happen accident ... cast away all trouble transition ... celebrated by all tender souls disaster ( sun is coming up behind a thick layer ) What to do next that is not a solid slurred myth? Jesus In Heaven ... Doma ... All Types Of Dancers ... God Of Absolute Pure Goodness ... Why do we play with so much prose in rooms when there is a large number of shelter less beings scattered fertilizing free unconsolidated Earth in our area?