aforethought after an ease; at peace

thru nature’s lullaby we rest our heads,

chest abound, awound we creep the

crepts of realms. at ease, the peace we

seek comes afound after a long day of

allowing thyself to churn it out of

thin air. magic they call it. adjust the

thought and work and see the

work is the magic. wut you do

how you say it its all a cacophony

of cadences that are moving you

abound to your destined desires.

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