With my dirty mind and
the brilliance of tomorrow I compose this sentence to you
It must be logic of
another time
do you remember the last
time I touched you
Some smiles hard today
the beauty of inner or
outer wastelands
tomorrow morning some will
get up again
I must need to do this
living in angles
I explode
all these bright and hazy
mornings
get on through to another
side
running with an odd pack
I love you guys
I love you all
Sitting on a hidden bench
Are you looking for reason
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