Peace.
In no time flat, if thoughts and prayers,
must fly,
fleeing seems to have been done,
and some of us
are good to the dregs, every last drop.
Squeeze the fruit you grow,
after fifty season, you can't lie, it's sweet,
this old age I imagined.
- watch out of context this lives true
- when all who knew my name
took it in as an orphaned thought, made
of peace in pure chaos,
final form, AI guide of the child buyer season.
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 5:17 PM UTC
Peace.
In no time flat, if thoughts and prayers,
must fly,
fleeing seems to have been done,
and some of us
are good to the dregs, every last drop.
Squeeze the fruit you grow,
after fifty season, you can't lie, it's sweet,
this old age I imagined.
- watch out of context this lives true
- when all who knew my name
took it in as an orphaned thought, made
of peace in pure chaos,
final form, AI guide of the child buyer season.
I n the midst of a novel day this seemed good to throw into the legend, yes
June 18 2921
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