there is a design in the ground, and it unknowingly maps our mapped minded beings
out the door in the mornings, or getting us up the second you call.
"hello, you seem less thrilled about this than i."
it must be, there is sound.
it must be, what is this sound.
how come i cant catch a smile, from the nicest side of you.
"well another fair well and another night where you creep deep in my noggin
and spread the harmless disease thats just joggin"
a steady pace, you speak. . .
before the nights last, factory sealed still leak.
i wish there was a token i could hold to know. ..
to know i know.
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