perfect tailored tales for riding brain rails, wrappin wind with sails, strayin cats from trails off only ta find....feather dresses. power chants, echos bounce canyon walls, a brave's rants, raves, n will, resonate the ground hear. neath this soil pure rock's being is cut, polished, n prepped 4 next steps n nameless new ta summits all up n find that answers are but questions reflections. sew
seeds, sling
shit at tossers n follow that
goat............
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