you are the schwa
of public domain...

Up on screen I hear them scream,
bright and vibrant, happy and sad...

Red train rested at Rotterdam station
Over the border to meet a friend...

From the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider...

If there be but two 
on this twilight moon's...

Cease turning my green to grey
with wilful acts of nature...

There is darkness in the...
that filters from the sun of a...

Fresh and clean
to smell and feel...

Where it not for one to play buffoon
or to say of none we're way too soon...

When your winter breaks into spring
think of new and wonderful things...

Of a mind that’s glad, dopamine-laced silken...
stays awhile, close by, sobre feet planted to...

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