It comes again

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Nothing is as soothing as old habits, of course if you wouldn't consider the harm that comes your way. And to make something out of nothing squeezes head out of mind; this is a sour juice that will dampen. When you buy your berries, red, blue, packets of clouds, have one or two. Then, how soon it bruises, a bit softer, sweet, but then you find its found a furcoat, maybe snowy mink. So it must be thrown. You buy your berries again, But then comes the little spores, floating in their wind bus, next stop the membrane you'd like to eat. You can't have your berries afterall. So you eat your berries in the dark instead (blindfolded) and you finally have your berries.

When I'm blindfolded again, I know I can eat the berry, then buy the berries, then watch them sink into tundra then all over again you can make your choice. 
Would you have your rot ripened berries in the dark? Or berries later, no curtains unwrapped.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 07 ⏰

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