Untitled 061519 10 A.M.

Crafted honor despicable pulse way too fast

Way too fast for you for the way-way for the ways-away


My nightmare is my song and my song is dead

So I live, so I live like this

Gesticulating around me, you notice my belongings

You notice my hair

And you notice my gait

But I notice your mind, your sharade, your honesty

I notice, and I spin spin spin on a heel just to get back

The square one

Once more once more let us repeat the story:

How he got here is of no importance because

We love him, like all of us like the shit is hitting the fan

Like bereaved weather patterns

The natives

And trouble despicable trouble

Remembering neighborhood remembering together

Swell with vibrations and dance! all over the building

Where prison is built for a pill to save the lives of the dying

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