Fearful of vengeance the stars and the lights in the dead calm of a great height. Signs full of signs in a desperate notion to save and save some more - the outrageous consequences of knowing we're falling. Deep and deeper in the deepest of the dip on a forever gravitating levitation of emptiness, raving and passing along some homemade jar in a vase, so we are that homesick!
Stirring them well, pasting that sugary sauce, hearing well with both our ears we'll concentrate once more but we'll be left betrayed by the silliness of gazing an empty ceiling terminating with its artificial thickness the ever changing sky.
We sleep and it's the same. We'll wake and change drunken in a lemonade full of soul outside the steps of creation.
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