pound-blandula

What hast thou, O my soul, with paradise?
Will we not rather, when our freedom’s won,
Get us to some clear place wherein the sun
Lets drift in on us through the olive leaves
A liquid glory?

Thought:

“Splits like Spotify numbers
A whole lotta green, just me and the punter
Down for the team, saying all the right things
But feeling like Harden on the Thunder“

billy woods | “Paraquat”

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