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Dreams / of a life without pain / Dreams / of riches without spirit hunger / Dreams / of love with no heart ache / Dreams / of wisdom without a weary soul / Dreams / of liberty without b… sign in to read more »
l drank soup for breakfast this morning. / It smelt like God's kitchen would. / An indulgence that drums up thoughts of gardens in spring. / the delectable thing told the tale of a brighter day ahead. / / I drank soup for breakfast this morning. / The aroma soaked through my passages, filling my lungs… sign in to read more »