Ten bourbon's down,
Vernacularly I still can't touch the poetic sky, Howling for the sake of seemingly patronising dreams, Will the world tangibly ever day by nightmarish isolationist hope evening see equality?
In lieu of our participation in,
Becoming soldiers...
Reaching for dust!
Monday, August 15, 2016
Hive Mind: Lucid Accumulations I
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