Winter with the green tongue taste, and open cauldron filled with autumn sink my body to the bottom. The thick oils of dirt and dry air blazing a fire through the forest of my hair. All of my friends lost their clothes in the river drowning in the sound of undefined growth. I wear a smile like a lace in my shoe. Now my shoes are untied and and my face will turn blue.
Winter with the green tongue flavor, coconut, paisley, basil, and squares. Bright sounds make loud shines, lightbulbs and speakers are the least of my cares.
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