Now that the Yuppies have settled into there wild blue yonder?
What dreams do I own, that the grace of god bestows upon...
an evening filled with stars.
And my head has rested,
the mind.
Quietly, quietly.
Candid decision making abilities,
my common gesture.
Dirty, dirty... clothes.
The sweat.
I swear.
Off my neck, the head, has already been worn again?
This is the power of intention,
the intention of instruction.
And I apologize, but without, the feelings of such...
insecure.
Abused,
manipulated...
not only to be used.
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