They guard our forgiveness, offer up antidotes of wisdom, forecast with nourishing dreams of drive and limestone love. Your mole is forever the phone, the one in lemon or limestone alibi, thinking of old, not to old that News Stand is on repeater. The helpful don’t forget, it’s just they don’t remember, the phone-call you once had. They who they say, you’re dreaming, held the acceptance speech, limestone or lemon paint, ever so quiet, riotous yellow or limestone paint.

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