Particularly when the music plays
The thought of it seems only closer
Not un-tucked in recesses dark and deep
Surfing angular gyri
The thought of it seems only closer
Not un-tucked in recesses dark and deep
Surfing angular gyri
A great expanse of white, Tiny speckles, little grey spots The wind sweeps past invisible, Everything plain to see, everything hidden away ...
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