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Feb 2019
1.


Coffee,Bread, breakfast, smell the Eggs... What's

the date, ah... In capital letters, IT's Spring T! She

wants her 'Good morning' served to her in bed. Mr Sun

is highest at noons... Sending out the kids for wormwood,

out there is the wood. Synthetic forest. Watch out for history...


Empty sheet, a page-number self determination to destruct,

there is something fishy about writing poetry... I never hear

music, and I never see it move natural when not put to mime.

I sip the coffee, I move the eggs, frying, and butter the bread.

Easy, when life is not difficult to live. Here simplicity is emperor!





2.

I was testing time, sitting on my own, I was all alone...

I was watching her face, am I getting too close? Now,

what am I going to do, when you're not in school? Flowing

into upstream, I reach out to find another sky, I am flying

solo, I am on my own... Thinking that you matter to me,


why, why, why... It doesn't matter how you expand this view

it isn't the world to me without you... All the aches I've felt,

fame doesn't mean anything to me, not without you...


You want to be a film director: at the age of three, the horse

is in the sea, and the rich are so distant... I've had it all at one

time, I've had it all before you left me, and now I'm coming

back to tell you, that I will be testing time, over and over, and

again and again, before crashing... before crashing... Yeah!
The End.
Tipon
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Tipon  20/M/Netherlands
(20/M/Netherlands)   
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   GaryFairy
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