what manner of joy gives here
a time of peace for coming yearsthe clouds race on, unstopped by fate
so hurry, child, your smile...
what confusion does to lesser minds
and where the meaning here I'll find
I thought I thought but then I found
that they're just spinning heads around.
turning it out.
see, the hardest thing to know
is just where you're going to go.
you know where you've been and why it's there
but now...
where?
posted by paradoxically correct @ 7:51 AM
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*hands Naomi a rose*
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