Companions are we, enlivened by a mighty gallop quickly sliding a harsh straw basket of sea foam gathered astride the tide.
From Bradley Chicho
Blunders, no, only friendship binds us to honesty - attracting crypts of mushrooms in the wake of our snowboards.
Drag me to the moon, to catch a star and seize its brilliance as I'm swept up in amorphous dust.
Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.
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