So it begins words gathering maybe, this, a final time clouds hang dark in the sky Lenny says 'it comes around' that well winged bird hovers over my shoulder eyeing my jaw
this is culture how would I feel given nothing, and only this to describe, had that dream I know I can fly it's just ability to jump finding the more truth cannot die
child began this question intact some call it man choosing fiction over fact, see where we wait on corners, at lights lounging under televisions cool comedy feel the weight of drama better scripts poets for the waste
I regret, digress, accommodate princes lay slain a true actor denied minor roles and genius explored this is hell and adored flames lighting poison murder for god, possession and survival infant species thought at the bidding table sold for parts
there is nothing too harsh said of mankind the most ingenious parasite born to too crafty hands damage, Earth is timeless we were born and will die she will make love in the sun, even when we're gone yet I loved you anyway a moon watching over all that beauty confides.
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