bright is the dawn day not at all it’s just a lack of wrecking your shins against unseen things now you can wreck them against the seen instead
’tis time of course that’s raised the sun a yo–yo on its string
it’s nice the night has fucked off but this landscape i don’t have a clue i can’t see it yet
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