old man prism
covered in white
pure light
follows me down only to tell me
'Ive been riding motorcycles for years
and you really should get a helmet'
Pure old man prism running my own
to put me on
this day the day of the wake of my dear grandfather
old man prism i don't believe in a heaven but if there was one you'd be there in your heaven… I miss you
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