Measurements, Scales, Clocks, and Pales.
Here we are, now we're gone.
Limerent and Lo; I'm IN/in-particular to the flow.
Gluttons for Punishment, Thieves, Pastors, Artists, Poets, and Chiefs.
Swallowed inside the dirt.
Living From Electrical air.
Swimming above and below into the devil's stare.
Challenged by comparison and skin.
Unwilling to express from within.
Shadows Stop.
Values Disappear.
Contained by freedom.
Choices scattered and Scared.
Feeling with chapped hands left and uncared.
This is a passage that is not meant to end.
For now let's carry on and pretend.
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