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Mar 2016
When the sun is up
Eyes are on ceiling up
Walks then enters the bathtub
And I think about it up

Random thoughts are approached
It's a Saturday and I was tired
Random thoughts are came
And I know those were lame

O Day, O Saturday
Please someone save me today

Me
Keep dreaming about unnecessary things
About someone I waited
Is coming

Good morning, earthlings
I hope we knew that we're still breathing
Again, something which is blurted up in a time. Walter Whitman is on, ehe. Good morning, you.
Ski
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