Stand Tall,
Dashing, breadcrums of cloulds form, trinkets, everlasting obedience taste like warm corn bread on easter sunday gatherings.
Chocolate flavored missinformation forms like trust as rivers of imagination walk across my door, like a snow storm on a spring filled day.
Music bubbles on monutain tops of the images I drop, evervescent and quiescent is knowledge like gum that pop... I chew oodles of flowing emotions that just wont stop.
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