Formless, liquid, changing, like the clouds, changing all the time. Void, pretty empty.

‘She’ll come, she’ll go. She’ll lay belief on you. Skin sweet with musky oil The lady from another grinning soul.’

Ever changing mood, memories keep popping up and dreams, I will live my dream, I know what I like, what I want, I’m not in a hurry, I linger on.

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