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the sun is my king and sometimes it asks me what i'm doing down here on earth i can't help but explain that everything has it's place and there are certain rules you cannot bend i consistently want to have a ****** job wherein it slowly melts my spirits but not really what i really want is nothing by the sea doesn't matter which one where i can pray into the sand where someone asks who are you? what are you doing? and i can tell them at ease, at ease like that cowboy i remember from my childhood this is me at my most degenerate at my most free but you wouldn't know except the sun king and I
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
this is not a poem about the sun
the sun is my king and sometimes it asks me what i'm doing down here on earth i can't help but explain that everything has it's place and there are certain rules you cannot bend i consistently want to have a ****** job wherein it slowly melts my spirits but not really what i really want is nothing by the sea doesn't matter which one where i can pray into the sand where someone asks who are you? what are you doing? and i can tell them at ease, at ease like that cowboy i remember from my childhood this is me at my most degenerate at my most free but you wouldn't know except the sun king and I
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
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