Depends on the quality of your eyes

Depends on the quality of your heart

Depends on the quality of your mind

Depends on the quality of your tart

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Inside a sleeping cyclone, glowing golden heartbeat leaves and frosted pink rice-paper petal terra chip blooms tunnel hurricane-eye around your Autumn leave pile napping body, pattering your gracelit face in palm breeze feather flow, fingers through your hair, and goosebump-texturing your noetic skin in a rainswept scented valley, while shape-shifting confetti waterfalls impression-paint the forest with sunset ocean surface shimmers

Words curated from the lamplight of a skincell as it passed into the afterlife on journey to reincarnation as a serotonin-sparking atom in your mind