After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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13, H, grate

but i respect your search

currently

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Put a blanket."

kind of mythopoesis

sorry i am texting like a slav