nothing compares to the innocent laughter of childhood memories.
harmless infatuations and sudden growth spurts or the lack of it.
bitchings of our past notoriety and vivid recollections of the colourful class.
sing like rapture.. dance like a dervish.. the sky was candy luminous edible sprayed pink shy lemon greens cool tinkling chocolate multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what i'm talking about
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