such beauty and radiance an eyeless face can't see
outside the green rolling hills verdant, drowning depths, stumbled over
the smell of yeasty, beefy brown overwhelmed by excremental leavings
orderly trills and chirps float drowned by the screaming cacophony
grasping, gasping the new staying the discontented winter
tastes of rebirth, spring can't quite die
filling hopes to pass this moment
with you
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