just because it's june
and the earth is dying soon,
i can’t tumble
mumble to the moon
(or bathe with bird inside a spoon?)
all these notions, summer
potions
left for other day?
is lost inside the serum
of scientific theorem.
(those little voices, hear ‘em?)
shout close the text and play
whatsthatdidyousay?
o please
please say
o say…
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