How red the raspberries on the counter were struck me and I felt inspired.
How red the raspberries on the counter were struck me and I felt inspired.
Oh, no, I’m not here
For a reason.
It’s an almost comforting thing
The fleck of light of a chance
The infinite things
That had to go right.
If I were a different person
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This reminds me of pop-art. Gorgeous.
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