It's like its own rules, this game of life,
nothing matters
then it does,
and now is the inevitable result.
You read this bit and elsewhere,
in your past I continued
pouring my selves out in bubbles
like vesicles holding dopamine mine mine
urgen
urgentle emerging -easy
says the egg,
from my gut.
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
It's like its own rules, this game of life,
nothing matters
then it does,
and now is the inevitable result.
You read this bit and elsewhere,
in your past I continued
pouring my selves out in bubbles
like vesicles holding dopamine mine mine
urgen
urgentle emerging -easy
says the egg,
from my gut.
Its fine. Today. I watch, having placed my bet
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