those faithful plants I neglected still shelter my [redacted] even after the party is long gone the conversation buried in coarse sand
you mentioned that the fashion this year will be nothing but zippers and mismatched shoes so leave me out of it and let me sleep in the sweet green morning calls dropping dew
but at my back I sometimes hear Noel Fielding reciting bad poetry in my ear and
perhaps the goal is to write something that no forget it yes I see you noticed it too but went back to your puzzle so thanks for that
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