Modernity sounds so much like too much like
She's a mother
Not a trucker, mister bucks,
Too mature
She seems atypical maternal wit
Matrimonious
Age of knowing better...
And most times bedwetter babes
Ignorance can't write you letters
So now how's this just now
New most times certain to be
Better
The weather our love encounters
Living Modernism
A breath without Lies
I chose to utterings no longer
Long means "dragon"
Wars' fiery language
How loud dead pasts linger
Mosaic hearts that we are
The bird is the finger
Hate's invisible fire
Chaos speaks
When no truth in modernism
Where none dare to sleep.
More fashion forward
The All of Ages
The pages the Here and Now
Modernism weeps
Her mystique...
Knowing How.
Now...
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
Modernity sounds so much like too much like
She's a mother
Not a trucker, mister bucks,
Too mature
She seems atypical maternal wit
Matrimonious
Age of knowing better...
And most times bedwetter babes
Ignorance can't write you letters
So now how's this just now
New most times certain to be
Better
The weather our love encounters
Living Modernism
A breath without Lies
I chose to utterings no longer
Long means "dragon"
Wars' fiery language
How loud dead pasts linger
Mosaic hearts that we are
The bird is the finger
Hate's invisible fire
Chaos speaks
When no truth in modernism
Where none dare to sleep.
More fashion forward
The All of Ages
The pages the Here and Now
Modernism weeps
Her mystique...
Knowing How.
Now...
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