Mixed up in the hub was volatile springtime. A song ready-made as a look through a hedge seemed volatile springtime. Upon the ledge I danced in volatile springtime. Query your rhymes before shifting gears on the open highway in volatile springtime. And so mustangs & palominos & appaloosas raged across three states Of matter out on the plains in volatile springtime. Diffidence constructed sublime pleasures from careless hearts in volatile springtime. We rode each loveable cloud into restaurants in search of ourselves in volatile springtime. We coped in volatile springtime. Instead of comprehending in volatile springtime. We comprehended nothing in volatile springtime. Anticipation opened our emails in volatile springtime. Thus you arrived looking back in volatile springtime. The spirit of elision wandered in drunk and cursing his girl in volatile springtime. The look upon your sunburned face while surf blasted the shore in volatile springtime. Your eyes budding with loose-strife in volatile springtime. For no one said “No” in volatile springtime. The demons we harbored, glutted with hope, usurped the conversation in volatile springtime.
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