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Ascending Momentums Faking deaths Gainst' Our white **** carpet I got From my Other Man - Voices sided in eroded semblance Like Clams or Oysters ( I never know ) Against poles Resembling old dead men Or Young stoic future men Depending on one's Purr - Spective - I was Am or will be Some body One day Though I hear Yesterday or maybe Tomorrow after last or before Is much greener... A wider taller more expansive hill I was will be am Playful (Did Shakespeare / Like / Milkshakes?) Though my neighbors And Associates called me/myself Old & tired - Fetting since Till i Heard Attention From said Master Attention From said Mother Attention Attention Said Boss Boss And from Said         Father, Who you at I mean Who are you Who thinks they can be Whatever they Want to be, when they want TO be. Subjective importance Cast by of empathetic programming Why does one look stupid When they Try to connect We are animals: Naked, edged, and always eyeing The bush Which the other Will have Until it's The Last one On Earth.
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
When You Are the Last One On Earth
Ascending Momentums Faking deaths Gainst' Our white **** carpet I got From my Other Man - Voices sided in eroded semblance Like Clams or Oysters ( I never know ) Against poles Resembling old dead men Or Young stoic future men Depending on one's Purr - Spective - I was Am or will be Some body One day Though I hear Yesterday or maybe Tomorrow after last or before Is much greener... A wider taller more expansive hill I was will be am Playful (Did Shakespeare / Like / Milkshakes?) Though my neighbors And Associates called me/myself Old & tired - Fetting since Till i Heard Attention From said Master Attention From said Mother Attention Attention Said Boss Boss And from Said         Father, Who you at I mean Who are you Who thinks they can be Whatever they Want to be, when they want TO be. Subjective importance Cast by of empathetic programming Why does one look stupid When they Try to connect We are animals: Naked, edged, and always eyeing The bush Which the other Will have Until it's The Last one On Earth.
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ashby-brown
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
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