A Day (im sorry,)

.a life.

from one danger to another

look at these things

do you see them?

and what space is it

that makes up your time,

do you see?

here for one reason,

or just another....

look at these things!

what would you say to the other?

no matter the taste....

it is, what you're thinking

everything dies

at one point or another

everythings change

that's how we f****n' taste it

you and I

we taste things,?!.

me and you

it's just a disaster

,  we call it love

and there is no,

  explanation........

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