Picture wall,
where do you go...
she dances crazily!
The blue paint, stricken mild,
Not Billy H.
not true...
Lets become a simple spec of dust,
flying through the shadow living room,
that's all, eclipsed by Sun,
expelled in the fresh air,
ascend, float out!
'Blue truth - I've been counting on you -
too long...
Now I'll score, that's right,
high above this dirt mound,
expectation chaste -
I mean is this - is?
Without freedom,
blown to bits,
Small cares....
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