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Those tulips stink
of debts society expects me to -
A Chevy gold Suburban with twenty-two-inch rims
propelled by bass and a Laundromatby theworld 25 lines, on Nov 9 11:58 PM 2008 -
My bicycle boy from Bed-Stuy
Races through the ridiculous route,by theworld 21 lines, on Nov 9 11:49 PM 2008 -
landed
at my red and white sneakers; -
As I breathe, I can feel the chill
of the glass on my lips. -
One by one they fall
None the loveliest of all -
Swirling fog
Around mahogany-flavored gold, -
A random thought takes me to Rome,
Where I once painted my face for a battle -
I want to wake up with no homocidal intentions
against the coming day -
So I got to say the words this time,
And the radio waves recieved them cordially. And unfortunately, so did you. -
Like the beautiful rose that has become infested with mites,
and the chocolate bar that Santa forgot to give me. -
Only a wink will pass between the upper and lower lids of eternity. Just one small, insignificant speck in the scheme.
As the clock strikes 9, I will bid you -
Sometimes the deepest, darkest black is blinding.
Solemnity can be a virtue, or a neverending hell. -
Unfaithful to the coming day,
Sleep learns stealth. -
Fought with a flower,
drowned with a tear, -
Cardinal Garcia called today, we listened to Charlie Parker and cried. Where are you?
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The Earth is young, my friend,
The Earth is young. -
How presumptuous Sir Astropel, that the moon should be as you,
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The fog rolls in and everyone dies.
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The maiden she walks, amidst bright purple paisley
Through the forest, towards the meadow -
Enjoy a little pain..... you won't become the devil!
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