Listen to me, joeierly, maybe conscience
malograted
When say never say, when the goodbye link sometimes
for a while
Or a sum of circumstances of malograted ways
But
nor, thats over all is a simple piece
Where we found ourselves
in the sky of our policies.
It’s a solid but a
descontinuad way
From desires and scopes of attenuated
views
From perspective on or off, sometimes the solving a
question of buttons
Or a time where a machine gun thin in a
surreal wings...
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