When Soft Voices Die Poem by K_shii 08

Everyone wanna be like someone
The blooms or whatever that
flies who takes longer flight.
The pixels of this nature, unplanned glitter
Profiller with the same beginner
And then there's you.
Engulfing the synthesizer, of the rattles
I sometimes kinda utter, my life not for the life of me
Nature of mine.
Like there are times when i be so louder than any transplanter
The curiosity never dies, but there are times.
When I' really evolve myself in the involutions
And in the universe of vectors, crossing the streets with zeroth angle.
In the perfection of that image,
I cut myself up, saluting the bonds, bonds that bind up.

K_shii

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