our slates clean,stood at the same edge
as judgement,having an age,grew
tears came off like white strands
combed off of the skull of reality
and to not jump,wasn't a way
to persuade a proper life.
lived by the solitary ear,
on one lonely side of the face
as judgement,having an age,grew
tears came off like white strands
combed off of the skull of reality
and to not jump,wasn't a way
to persuade a proper life.
lived by the solitary ear,
on one lonely side of the face
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