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Lung tree Drink me Take in that consequential Energy And please Touch the sun with buds and dance Perpetually Until the day is said and done Concrete Upon what day will you melt to butter? In what age will you split Asunder And our squishy nubs will touch The naked land Of younger To caress trampled memory Great comet Of the heated sky Roll chariots to the marble Castle far by Draw the ceiling and cast alight The endless view of the constant night Great God of mine. In the photobooth We do a silly face Clicking the parsecs back into focal View And drawing upon that inflationary Balloon To which we ride A darling damselfly Old and full of chitionous youth Old dirt Move softly your mother And place her dead things upon the nether To compress into flaking chert And ****** from the depths An exhibit of great feature The future of us Lost within The earth Great road I see not where your terminus goes I know not from what strange township You built the mountains and tumbled abyss But when we shall be missed And the world will roll on with constant bliss Forgetful of the citation of our greatest works And the obliteration of everything Timeless.
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
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Lung tree Drink me Take in that consequential Energy And please Touch the sun with buds and dance Perpetually Until the day is said and done Concrete Upon what day will you melt to butter? In what age will you split Asunder And our squishy nubs will touch The naked land Of younger To caress trampled memory Great comet Of the heated sky Roll chariots to the marble Castle far by Draw the ceiling and cast alight The endless view of the constant night Great God of mine. In the photobooth We do a silly face Clicking the parsecs back into focal View And drawing upon that inflationary Balloon To which we ride A darling damselfly Old and full of chitionous youth Old dirt Move softly your mother And place her dead things upon the nether To compress into flaking chert And ****** from the depths An exhibit of great feature The future of us Lost within The earth Great road I see not where your terminus goes I know not from what strange township You built the mountains and tumbled abyss But when we shall be missed And the world will roll on with constant bliss Forgetful of the citation of our greatest works And the obliteration of everything Timeless.
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M/San Francisco, CA
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
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