What to do with all the exube

Something of a phenomenon

December 29, 2020

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Hopscotch the world

In nude silhouette

Moving the playful can uncover the dreadful

These are not at odds

Water into flower

To unmiss, the sight of your own eyes. The first thing that you have to do. Is abandon. Everything that anyone has ever told you

Words are seeds. Eyes are sun. Mind is soil. Touch is drench. Feelings are flowers. Aroma is stun

Attuned to the disconnect

You can smell the rose’s intelligence

Gold warm blush pastel

The day light

Surpassed the movie light

The silence

really does speak wonders

On the scale necessary

20.4 million pixels

Coordinate the eyes

Your nose is shaped like chocolate tastes

Efficient. Patient. Paramount. Indulgence. 𝄢 𝄪 𝄫 Colour of sunsets. And wild birds