Giving feels like giving up and vice versa. I don't know when to stop. I don't know when I've done enough.
I've taken too much so I don't mind giving it all away.
Let's say all this in a nice way. With some nice pictures.
I do not have a head.
It just levels off into clouds.
which are carried off
to rain on your house.
I'm a tree
stump
and I rain apples
and answers
I know I'm not here
but today there is nothing to push
so...
nothing is here.
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