Sometimes I feel like writing, but I never really know why – in an existential expression: it sometimes seems rather dry. Words can be fun when rolled off the tongue 👅, as images and ideas in our minds – a thought for this, a thought for that: a kiss is content for a cat in a hat – but you don’t need to be a magician to smith and synthesize concepts, rather just sing without worrying about rhyming schemes which can be so damn complex – enjoy a love in balance whether in triangles or squares in our circles – we’re all just crescents eclipsing bananas wrapped in a friendship miracle.
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