It’s was very clear
The purring of the turbine kept us awake
As the dew settled into the drying shale
Becoming what it’s not
Perhaps the men, fantastic
Misconstrued across the dimming ceiling, being blown about
Reminding you of those who you wish for
Rather than the *******
To justify the means
Is to understanding the ******* as no more
Than the tap to which sap leaks from
For the one, insecured.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
It’s was very clear
The purring of the turbine kept us awake
As the dew settled into the drying shale
Becoming what it’s not
Perhaps the men, fantastic
Misconstrued across the dimming ceiling, being blown about
Reminding you of those who you wish for
Rather than the *******
To justify the means
Is to understanding the ******* as no more
Than the tap to which sap leaks from
For the one, insecured.
The ability to read the room is what truly opens your eyes to things, unsecured.
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