break it up, cut it loose, dancing across the lawn towards the blue room, look no hands, not both hands and don't you dare close your eyes... the blue room, with its flicking adventure box does not beckon, oh no, not to me i am outside, i am outside and free to breathe in crystal clarity of night air. if you jump high enough, grab, pull yourself up you too can climb the fire escape. bah. nah nah man, don't look like that. bah. silent shadowy storms sit staring daybreak dreams drown dark daring red rumbling reaches round rising water wrapped wound world wearing dreams and sunlight will merge into one and the trees will sing shadows and puddles will melt into one and the trees will sing... o, n, e, becomes one.Birth sign: Cancer
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