radiant banjo
I like the puddles with oil rainbows
There’s always something to
Tilt your head at… How strange
the clouds decided to stay!
We amateur astronomers are
Solving a delicious riddle
‘Do not whistle when the
conductor is waving at you, you
reckless dreamer… now juggle…’
Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2025-09-20 at 02:17
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