Listen!
FRAGMENT Doesn't. And complies again, removes the robe, there is the soft place to lay, down where the air stirs slightly. To invent a place were the mind alters slowly, till there is no mind and the sun picks flowers from the view. Soft. Eyes closed -- a blank field. Eyes open -- a blind mind. I won't mean. Someone to tuck you in. A chorusing, a reach of sound. Is it friendly. The touch, a smell of blackberries, turning over or being turned over. Does.
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