When idle time is running free,
Slow rain outside clears what i see,
Your best song lyrics doubt reality,
I'm a feeling mess in the world of high-fidelity...
A 6-feet tall gay boy explains it's the dichotomy
Between what people see and what are we,
May be, he's right. So it's long ago
Since in vast see of people i only have a barley foam
That, dear, please, forgive.
I don't remember how to speak.
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