My Way Of Perfection Poem by Thomas Kane

My Way Of Perfection

The notions of falling pairs and parts to ship apples and carts that don't roll you click and hand bait ball and base. No need to mark my words just to say this was maybe something once to consider.

Why take advice from someone falling apart, the rejected peoples of systems are why. Just failed words and ideas like the rest of yours. Comes in the end means little to me.

2 is 1 if top down is order first read top last Haha

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