Just jot. Ink blot

Happiness like the water does trickle

Or pour down in storms

Whether adored or ignored I’m sure

Laughing uncontrollably

Static electricity through me

And mines

Familia sweet lemon lime sensimilia

Obviously abstract but I know

You don’t need to

Every homeless person I meet

Here’s my number; I’ll feed you

Anyways I’m going to push on

through

Whatever you do; that’s on you

I’m on one

But raising our seeds is on two

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