everything outside has changed and I am feeling somewhat the same as how I imagine it to feel losing your outside peel – and yet something within me stirs like a shovel cultivating the earth rupturing my comfortable still filling me up with new will – like the rain I want to fall collect into a puddle from many things small reflect from my shiny self the gazers hidden wealth – it’ll come ’round again this circle never ends we’ll be here again missing our old friend


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