it doesn't take equal force..
it's vast and it's just like me..
you look like you brewed on your own..
put the ghosts to bed and roar a waterfall that sets me to analogue..
forget work teaching boolean algebra to backwards hermit truckers..
it's easy.. isn't it all?
everything and nothing falls dripping from ivory..
roots painted hair firey..
if there's a face you love more- I hope composes granulated from toothpaste splatter backs..
words sweet in my mouth as if i got taste back.
the mob can rage.. my mind's a place..
I'd rather do homework, see it's delphic..
in my head dreams are vivid blast, and casted..
sick pretty in my head its zenist.
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