Jul 28, 2022
Out tha windows
Poet without words guess ill mock society people watching is exciting to me I meet strange we over drink smoke over lies n then w paper to tuonge its climax for each paper they I that n 5 lost swerving yet confidently feeling like Morrison instead of a poet that misses himself seems the carnivals over n cartoons are slowly streaming time was unknown had seasons changed or decades I should get out more I think then I remember its all fake like a detective breathing down the killers kneck I price clues together n mange to be home what mission I hope only few died once inside mind met an abundance of truth my pens out running my mind nothingness of nothing if inside has no outs, outside is our only in
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