Combat.
Precipitation falls to earth.
What's true. What's right.
Stars underneath.
Puffy bubble covers the whole,
One year.
Letting go. They come and go.
Chilly ice cream scoops.
Shiny reflection of mine.
Red, Yellow Green.
One Two Three.
Hello,
Bloody Mary.
I am ready.
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