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The crackling sound
Against the floor
By the passing car
Though not very far.
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On the depths below we find the very atoms we are composed of,
We find the answers for all that is, and for all that isn’t
But are we really sure that is what we are
down to the ultimate size?
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When I feel the voluptuousness of the little stick
I believe what I did, I remember my old place as it was never meant to be or met.

It was the righteousness of the idea, the mad change, the Wrong.
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who's up for me?
lates
chillin in LA
just waiting for the lattes to move down the emergency
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Have I got nothing to do?
The smooth thought of going blue?
or is it the mighty sure-made-of-the class
during October soothe that took off the oath out of duke?
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what is a man without a soul
what is his life but just a ghoul
we seek the streets for answers but all we find is nothing
but for certain you can understand what it is the solidarity for other life forms
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keep it for yourself since you do not know what happens
we lie every ways and we yet move on like it did not happen
we see with eyes we do not deserve to evolve into and we appreciate life in all of its glory, as if we deserve it
where are we going, why such vague life?
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What happens when all exists but within double limbo we fall? When all that matters goes away and we do not even know why?
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Is there really nothing?
Are they really gone?

This is the celestial representation of what
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Remember that first day you told someone you would?
That fake Promise?
Or just another 'To Do'
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