What’s the space

On the FaceTime mass

Maybe in the English tone

I hadn’t been alone

And although the space it knows

That he reaps what he sows

In fectious laughter

Nome release

Same to name the lace

And should the new

Be common too, to square or modest jaw

I last a daughter or two T time

And manifest squire lines

So breathing is ok for me

Salvage what I know

A little bit

A little int

And magic or windows

Don’t end the day with ring things

Solve all other rhymes

And then let go to come again

To each of what they grow

Something good is that I’m here,

About to make a train,

In case there’s lightning up above

Love wins out one day again.

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