how are you doing? seems as if time is a distant passenger aboard a train. very interesting critter I've come across, but there is still no real connection. when I turn my head, my future romance has disappeared. far out of reach, my conscious starts to preach...
'seems like time is soaring by...
as I stand here, bad posture and all
mistakes aren't subjected to be corrected -
but recognized and separated,
reasonably embraced and transfigured.'
peach tree peach tree peace tree. realize the balance beam in which all bodies are present and restore any abnormalities. I'll love like no other (at least I'll try). the end of twenty-four hour drives are not to be found outside, so keep on cruising.
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