heavy heavy heavy. feeling pretty low to the ground.
there's a buzz in the air and abundant pleasure abound
this soil is nice, it's cold this time of year
lay down and make a blanket of grass
i wont be found
not here
not without a heart of glass.
surounded
levies levies levies, breaking to the dismay of the glassblowers
there is a fear thats stuck to their ribs, they couldnt go lower
factory built on river, serene and profitible
easy access shipping
to bad it wasn't a tower
the water's hospitible
you're feet are slipping
we're flowers
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