A happy birthday to the nation, don't rush the loaded verses. Your lungs won't mind if you lag behind, and neither will the nurses.
Hallway smirks to a cup of caff, everyday the same. A billion germs along this lane and you'll be charged with half.
Will you release me, dopamine? Can you tether me no longer? For the Cloud Nine times you bring are just promising reminders. You can fire the nerves with others. Like them, deny their void in you. Why not rather treat... Continue Reading →
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