ever a street, meet someone far away me of brush tickle okay and twigs and make way through strung beads, well-put-together
sit in a shop, chairs, sit indivisible visible people of paint on wall one colour no
no one lives on in there
we make digital one draw
ever complex drawing on a board balanced by her side she hands you a business card like that
time stops she has a grey screen by her she takes word prompts from, you do too, a common story legible for streets of grey and glum
ever no hire book, it walks free can survive find 10 years lay off free to wisdom produce
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