in white you look (in feather fabric) thin the woodwind section (sidelined) sounds soprano with the oboe reed adapted to this hollow room who's the soulmate in the brass (mid) section
can I be percussion also (win the rhythm back) temptation gathers around (freehand) energy may I slipknot your ideas into something (usable) dreams often occur when I am focusing
and when you're also fastened on the drama (played down) vehicles we know about mute (a singled-out) drive (and they impart) some remedy that's certain to divine the answer to a question (or absorb the thrust)
mathematics triples likelihood of averaging depreciation of the indigo and plainsong and the pressure and the ivy and the sandstone all together framing gifts brought together in a unison (defying randomness)
I really enjoyed this Sheila. especially the first line- "in white you look (in feather fabric) thin" and the last- "of the indigo and plainsong and the pressure and the ivey and the sandstone all together" Nice!
especially the first line- "in white you look (in feather fabric) thin" and the last- "of the indigo and plainsong and the pressure and the ivey and the sandstone all together" Nice!
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