Coming to

19 May 2021

·CuldeSac

Sprinklers are on Saturday morning Something happened after the week Specific time and place Frame it from the core Fit like a glove Mind the view Remember it Grow fondness Life I love the magical packing The space The stuff we furnish Minds with It is comfy Snuggle inside Fill some shoes Until they stop Growing Disappear off the map Stagger against twenty 'Once' is a clamp Begs man Escape twice Oblige me Tell me Snap the vice Put up a fight Miss the suffering Rejoice and take a look see You walk once more Appreciate it again Coming to

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CuldeSac

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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