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[_i_eat_glue]

hand in hand we fall to stand.
make no plans to walk again.
here we lie, still on top.
above the rest, their live's like crops.

ambient emotion sways each small move.
falling farther, grinding harder into grooves.
standing atop all of our harvest moons.
yellow sickness that is me...
children be sown, grown, and reaped.

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[pointlessblabs]

that was deep

[_i_eat_glue]

ehh not really.. it was just flow of words... it always is.. but if its deep to you then yes... its deep ;) always go with your take on em.. i like it better that way.. ;)