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all the flowers are concreted moulded in a seed the grass is growing twirling round my dreams the sky has come down for breakfast but I have nothing to offer so I offer nothing and this is accepted and the sky gets up and leaves.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
Nothing To Offer
all the flowers are concreted moulded in a seed the grass is growing twirling round my dreams the sky has come down for breakfast but I have nothing to offer so I offer nothing and this is accepted and the sky gets up and leaves.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
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