Why do we all grow old?
Why do we buy the
four hundred people on this block
shaking hands, yes they're doing
"Cold"
cover blue... dusted...
alone
stutter in echo... head
sun, open eye
I thi
My horoscope, said "pack your bags"
Running low on hope, I
They put me out to pasture,
the faceless cowards of conspiracy.
I
Light rays never stop spending their days
bouncing off her in
She caught the bug, she's having nightmares
She bought a mug
my my (bad fruit)
All the waterfalls kick up the mist
he wrote it with a crabbed hand
an ageless plastic poem
but
oh my god, there's no one left
oh my god, the
If you don't know why you're here, join the club.
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