Visions of my tired legs being held out of the window is an active mind’s understood crescendo.
A life slaved to death by the fires, steel bars separating freedom from liars, expressed in burdensome chests. You’re so tiny, I’ll take the money. Light a dark sky and occupy our eyes with something shiny.
The horrors, not so funny.
Aimless flesh sold their way for a little bit of less of stress.
Will the negative whirlwinds spear the youthless seahorses?
One by one, that cake’s pieces were vaporized.
~That Dude Eddie~
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