Just to make it
though this alive
were buzzing with all these
tears tonight
holding onto the mystery sky
adding up even more
bottles as were sinking inside
just to make it
on the wrong throne
were here without our
home
guiding all heart to all the smoke
of all doorsteps
of timeless
following the lines
to repair the minds
a little better
to see our day
not look away
and make our clay
volume life
©mrnothing
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