Clonazepam.
Clad cloning molecular weight of my work feel free of all that hair…
tufts growing up in strange strands straight strong sieve-like flying to the nether realm reborn baby and
charmed by an older alienated fellow: name of Dreamer Dan.
I wander through the silva bushy scrub while I’m drawing water from the river.
Knowing how dawny I am scaring you aware that any dissemination use will be coming in buckets I charge down to pick you up by the knees, legs wrapped up in my arms.
My, how light, lithe, and lost you are pretty petals peeling preliminary posies for a few animals.
Beasties we may be… back by the buttons brimming I am whole, day of sun lakes shimmering metallic gold verdant ford to kneel.
Faith in the middle of the day takes a handful of lilies. For the dying alone with nobody is it a saint you want to be? Wholly owned by God, doing His work obeying His dream.
