

stainsVast strtches and strains of green washed with a moring dew, And perfumed with heather. Just a view from a window- Wit my head pressed against the glass.stains
It might as well not be there at all But, it eases my mind to know it exists If I were to need it- But for now my head is buzzing with here, And you, and what I'm coming to- Who I'll be and What you'll do...
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