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clouds are visible, efforts are not strike of the wind and sun's heat; disturbs the water for good and bad blows the realism to sky's head; It is the garden but not of Eden through the spinal and mind is the den; it cries out and aloud bring me the rain of glorious cloud.
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Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 10:05 PM UTC
RAIN
clouds are visible, efforts are not strike of the wind and sun's heat; disturbs the water for good and bad blows the realism to sky's head; It is the garden but not of Eden through the spinal and mind is the den; it cries out and aloud bring me the rain of glorious cloud.
Rain of Thoughts
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Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 10:05 PM UTC
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