to keep someone out or to keep them in, the fence pays no attention
it’s one of those days when no amount of fuel can get it running
comfort is likely the thing we pursue the most even more than love
i can hear the sounds but they don’t make any sense unless i listen
it’s no longer red and has lost its true purpose i still stopped, quiet
sometimes we just need a subtle mechanism instead of brute force
the places to go are infinite; but you first must step through the door
they didn’t use tools but that doesn’t mean that we are any more safe
we build with straight lines because we want things simple which nature does not
everything seems just a little bit softer in the blue hours
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