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the lucky little abyssmal
Life as we know it...
A child before you grow it
with water love and apples..
a chaple you build until
the will of god drift the lee's apart...
a family of bodies of water...deep and dark...
yet...still floating apart...but not the way it was from the start...
it was a occuring event..it happened to all the fall..out
the light out we make small conversation but dont talk with our mouths...
love was the major..but the hated was the player with the ball...
the player that scored,...documented and stored...love me more..
or hate less the press said..this and that..the lack of love was the tack..
thus ofcourse he had to end the act..
no longer a conformist... alone in this..world.
