Screwy at how people describe opinion as facts full of obvious negativity, which they fail to see! A radical failure in thoughts, oh my how fing lame. No person is omnipotent!
Just turn.
O love of the places
In the dark with colored lights
Walking near her like a lion
The cave drips as I ponder
Mirror mirror
And I behold her image
Sweet cheeks and saturdays
Is the part I felt
Even quite sweet crows come
The night is lit beautifully
Dreams to compose
Stop you thief
Stop you thief
Looks like the world is slowly changing.
Perhaps there is a new light
Shining like the sun
As if like a waste wink
And there is love?
Every human is truly creative and that is a fact.
Last I checked I was human, and the music played on
The tube full of longing
For the halls of science
Through the spot to erase
There to crush and break
It all takes time
To relax
And to fly into paridise
Rolling dice
Spinning opportunities
Drunk on something
Drunk on something
Drunk on something
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