It’s frogs.
crying while looking at pictures of lascaux cave
My ills are reticulate
My woes are granular
The ants weigh more than the elephants
Nothing, nothing is manageable
I'll soar the uneven wind, complain and blame the sterile land
But if you're getting any bright ideas, quiet dear
I'm blooming within
please please please please please please
she could stumble up to my door in Texas or show up in North Carolina or she could be in a tent city in Delaware or in a county jail or in a regular hospital or in a psych hospital or in a squat doing drugs or in DC in a hotel or halfway home or across the country she could be anywhere and be ok she could be fine please let her be ok
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