Rainbows raked in ripened rays
Evening is for sleeping nightcrawler you
Voluminous Imagination runaway train
Ever brighter dreams in eyes away, per say…
Ricochet rinds of zest and streaking memories
Is this a face, a life, a mom could love?
Stories Simon says simply
Task your mind to understanding, light the dark...
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