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I fly, farther than the farthest forest

Journey for a better color, lips red with fire

Wings flap like a hoarding windsurf



Emptiness = sorrow = emptiness



Maybe I'm a secret to myself?

Do I know if I'm the safest route to happiness?

But I must be...Dont I?



I'm late for tea, but I don't care

Gravity deceased, I can't stop now

I am a starhorse, strength overwelming to my brain



Emptiness = sorrow = emptiness



Brown cordial in my stomach, climb my ribcage to the sun

Each moment stares at me, wondering why I do nothing

But stare back? My shortcomings short-circuit and I explode

To become the vulnerable sex slave, and my leash is getting

Shorter