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Eager to
Physical structures are eager to sight me below the black asphalt,
Willing to stride over my structure,
To mute me from others,
Venom running through their body path ways,
I’m thankful of them,
Because that’s my need,
These structures trying to make what was barrow a shadow sphere,
Helping me,
But avoiding me,
When ever I hear their phrases,
My frontal sight gives a glance,
Childish actions,
What they command their structures,
At every rosters song,
A thought runs through the motor of their imaginations,
Their structure wanting my gift to sink,
Sink into the darkness of a salty structure of our sphere glove,
Their thoughts being negative of my structure,
Thinking that soon I’ll be having a salty river running through my frontal side,
Me decreasing to my knee caps,
Asking for remission,
But that will never succeed on their wishes of their wishes or the sky lights.
