I TOOK TITLE TO THIS LANDED OASIS
Here where the fluid waters lie, where the two-toned
house of Theo sits, I am hearing someone cry. That
paintbrush in his ear, it should not be there. Off to
one side, there is a clown-face in the window. You
know how that is? As you're looking at one thing
and another catches your eye - meticulous in its
confusion, there is no explanation given.
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