Happy drowning.
Pastel magick.
Violence of careful.
Calm first of spring.
Tickled sun chill.
Long-angled songs.
Broken down to gripless parts.
Moaning into the singularity (echoes trickle).
Window lets it in.
Into and out from.
Mumbled omnithought.
Give us mixing twang.
Triggering my ASMR.
Digestion, unsure footing.
Going forward, back to song, back.
All-flowered chance.
Fall asleep without a solid face.
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