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i like to think of myself as one of the most unbothersome children out there.
i wonder what you would be like if you spent a day in my shoots.
wouldn't that be funny?
if you grew like me?
By the time you read this I’ll be alive, but I suppose that won’t always be the case. Death is as inescapable as tuna casserole at least once a season or as unavoidable as smiling when you see that person, at least just a little.
There was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backyard
The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush
The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
I think there was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backward
The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush
The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
The trees they sway.
The wind convey,
Their branches all a ’swinging.
The breeze can whisper,
Make you shiver,
On feathery wisps a ’winging.
The wind grows louder,
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Today I say good morning to the sun!
Usually it is the sun that wakes me up every single day.
But today is special...
At six a.m. it is I smiling down as the Sun
Stirred from his deep, deep slumber.
Darkness isn't always bad.
Darkness doesn't make you mad
Darkness isn't always wrong
It shouldn't be feared upon.
It is a normal phenomenon in our world
Work my way into your mind
To contemplate the art of time
Complimenting the sublime.
The question in doubt,
couldn’t figure it out…
Can’t escape the run
