Rain is sometime you correspond with, bearing your curled overload. Tender
and too private being, who makes silver trails like signatures across white
squares of footpath, where are you going? Regardless of mazy electronics force-feeding
society’s gluttony, you scarcely push the envelope, until required. You march
on your stomach, take time with ideas, press home advantages. You might be
about to sign off but something else gets your attention. You are going in
search of a great perhaps. If not lost in a storm or crushed by a boot you’ll
reach where you belong, alive without dependence on a reboot.
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