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Nov 2014
I don't know how to explain this life
if an alien came down and asked me
"whats it like to live?
I'd reply with something like
It depends
It depends on how you look at it
For example, take romance as a sample.
If I am adored and adorned with grace
then smiles inevitably creep upon the human face
but if I am alone and lonely too
I'll crawl around the inside of my skull
until I find something to latch on to.
I don't know, truth be told
You're born, you grow, you get old
Then into the dirt everyone will sink
Its pretty meaningless but
its life. I think.
Daisy Chain
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