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3d
Its not the hissing
of the ****
blue mornings
seemingly fatal
can be
how I trip-wired
and BOOM
I don't care to be.

I do think,
regardless,
of their ****
in politics
and *******
the one
who
I wish
was never there.

Is she Angelic
or just prehistorian
**** that,
she's simply
how I wished her to be.

Time to switch up
to ADVANCED.
And now this
******* cyborg
en-hanced
as everything
and
I won't waste
a second.

A tree obliviously
& fleetingly flavorful
like a dip in cinnamon
and vanilla,
friends sticking
out tongues
in *******
winter-time
for what reasons
and
this world is ******.

do they even know
how it symbolizes
green is the buck,
Cut the rope to the
sin-ful and innocence,
pop music
there's no champagne.
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Written by
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  47/M/Ozzie Land.
(47/M/Ozzie Land.)   
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