Goodgods live in seas of
blacknight forestry...
all sights, sounds & smells
dancemingle cosmetic'ly...
rain does not whisper like this
in any other garden...
even as cold as i am not even
as cold...
Or slower than this, the prize of
time in a dollar...
more medicine's hard to find but
twice as noticed...
my clouds are falling down apart
from stardust...
we're just as close as they are just
a'little closer...
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