come, come, lets dance the dance of fun. lets hook us up to wires, and float upon the ceiling imitating flight! what?! what is that?! LAUNDRY?!?! my heart ECHOES. rubbing. squeezing. those sounds are lost upon what we call shouting. for joy of the laundry. only puppies eyes and seals noses can surpass what the world knows as love. OUR love. love for all things arrested and developed. a love evolved through on passing private jets and the giving of blankets. while the world hides like ostrich, we prance, like PONY!
the fields are as plain and folded like linen on tuesdays.
just for us!
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