#alughing

puzzle of the exlored

and like a fallen toy

and the pieces crash to the floor

and the broken handle has to pick it up

and remember the feelings

and what it gathered

and its own recalled of the theme

and sky of the dreams

and happen on the atmosphere of the making

and what it sensed

and what is the rhythm

and its own blend

and keeping of the smooth

and said so well

and yet voices are talking…

Hes going to eventually. Im actually trying to find a good spot for him to do it. And not make it sound too weird.

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