On Birthdays I Over-think, About Your Enthusiasm And Touching Upon The Furthest End Of Being Formless I Ponder, Mother What It Felt To Think Before Self-knowing, In That Mediated Dreamscape. Was It…...

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Do You Speak The Language Of The Rain? If You Do, Please Tell Me What It’s Saying. Doesn’t It Seem A Little Sad And Melancholy Today? Does It Also Remember What Happened On This Day? Ar…...