Feelings, flying around in an atmosphere of hilarity while I expect to hear of infamous perplexities from within.
Sounding boards of silent voices, penetrating inner tympanies as I'm resurrected spiritually in desert waters.
Sandwiched under many thoughts, I'm still alive.
Resounding echoes throughout life's stanzas, taking whatever comes along in steps of maturity as long as it will live within me.
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