Creatures who lurk behind everything you don't do
Would like to say hello
Treat them the way you treat grass
On a fresh spring morning
If it feels pale,
It probably needs water or sun
If it instigates something in you, then maybe you
Have something to prove
It's cool
A town with a water tower watches over all of us
Big boss of weather spit shines rain, slaps the Sun's behind
Mouthful of water
Lungsful of wave
Emblems, tokens, heirlooms
And other magical pocket things
A secret podcast featuring
The part of the universe we never see
The most beautiful glass of water
Just waiting for your lips
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