Day Twelve
I have always liked listening
to the languid and the level.
I have always perceived the precision
to be perfectly pleasing.
But I've got to grin
at attaining goals by gasping.
Day Five Ten years of snow, Hypno-dream-pop pixels, down, Up to ankles, over eyes, Got so deep, Got so high, chronic, Chromatic overkill, ...
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