I love walking on the railing,
This greyness fetches my brain sailing.
The illness of a man is in the head,
Hearing and sight can be bled.
I understand the abhorrent issues of our times,
My fear is met with anger and primes;
Miming is a source of pleasure, leisure,
So acting collides with force and departure.
I love walking for the better health,
Details destroy a toxic commonwealth
Of ideas and common ideas,
They form people’s hysterias.
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