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Loneliness is the name we gain
Abandoned in attics of despaired shame
We might not know who our maker is
Nor even how we're birthed without a single kiss
Sailing shore to shore of no causing way
We fly, we glide, we slip away
Each day is our rite without rights
Pondered those colors from black to white
And out our interluding charades
Oh, how we are judge by senseless mocking jays
Enraptured by our capacities we can engage
Still we leered showing a zealous face
From dust, A man was oddly fabricated
A tapestry of wonders to show its vivacity
He's so different from our Avant name
And has a thought that could seize a luring day
But if he never saw how wide the narrow he'd take
From dust a man shall die ever the same
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙
Loneliness is the name we gain
Abandoned in attics of despaired shame
We might not know who our maker is
Nor even how we're birthed without a single kiss
Sailing shore to shore of no causing way
We fly, we glide, we slip away
Each day is our rite without rights
Pondered those colors from black to white
And out our interluding charades
Oh, how we are judge by senseless mocking jays
Enraptured by our capacities we can engage
Still we leered showing a zealous face
From dust, A man was oddly fabricated
A tapestry of wonders to show its vivacity
He's so different from our Avant name
And has a thought that could seize a luring day
But if he never saw how wide the narrow he'd take
From dust a man shall die ever the same
#Dust #Man #Fly #Glide #SlipAway
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