If five made one, is one still lonely?
Don't we all hope for a place where the lovely & twisted can hug the broken, ensuring they don't fall apart... Where the soft can be cushioned by the hard....
Rot walking hand'n hand with pretty things, both being renewed in the flower of life. Is that possible or imagination? Delusions of a intoxicated mind? Rambling madness...?
If that, than the truth is just sad.
Andrew Kelly(AKE)2021
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