Scenic forestry on the drive to a baseball game
Snow falling gently onto bedroom windows
Push the horrific away to make me feel less than the same
Drinking milkshakes in a beautiful sunlight drive
Through tunnels and ticket booths
Makes my brain forget everything of ill-will to derive
Why does it have to be this way?
I'll give you 80 reasons why
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Духовная литература//a series of life writings// some based on one person, some based on another, some on non existant people
