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Whose goldfish is that? I think I know.  Its owner is quite sad though.  It really is a tale of woe,  I watch her frown. I cry hello.    She gives her goldfish a shake, 
Smooth as water.  But is water smooth? Do you think I'm smooth only because you cant grasp me? Once I solidify and turn into ice will you still like me? Even when I numb your fingers with frostbite?
As the steps outside are taken from the once pitch black demon eyes garage yellow gazers... The desert UPS package rain clouds like adobe hang above me hazel a tree in a snowy desert
Three in a row, I just gotta fold
Tribe motivation baby This is the native land and this bed of ours is your home I bring myself to the brink, exploring things you don't know Understanding the aspects and learning the methods
A gaping hole so void, and yet prominent. It's shell so spherical, as it wraps about its brittle self, in an unctuous curvature. A ring containing a nearly inconceivable number of atoms
Love is more than this It is as sweet as honey Smooth as gentle waves
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