Heavy break away from the main stays
come
grow,
morning will be easier if we smoke...
let these questions billow out of those lungs
spun telegraphs in spiderwebs only visible from ceartin perspectives
run
ride out the night watching tides
reflecting on this busy life spent studying
apply
drenched in selective disgcuises
expecting at least to be brought back to life
for seconds
if not to childhood
glory as described by friends of mine
I question desires
why all things die
then I realize in every moment
this is what defines
I
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