sometimes feels like the last slipper in my room
all these beautiful hidden stars All from another galaxies
The universe our splint Forget my past Eve n yesterday
The dawning of a NEW era.
throne no trombone ice and isolation such joy division
in my own/plantation
Feeling the slip (black. back) of a broken era Mine.
Not chiming. climb. Lite soul with very heavy duty experience guessing games Emin. Enamoured Forget the pieces I had to get & throw, Keep Forward –
Silencio for your wont is awoken & uneven.
who is not broken via birth on this VANE
trying and vying to Fly this spiked plane
No living hand hook/book would suffice
but toy joy, thrifty fun and make-shift relationships
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