Your sun is more than the pieces of meat i hold in my hands.
Tomorrow is not a home for the brave but for the shadows that have been with us for the longest day.
I need,
Feel,
Touch,
Fuck,
Some type of burden of imagination that has me wrapped in my soul!
Tomorrow,
Yesterday,
Today,
I need to live a life of common ground where my feet don't exhaust and the sounds from the balcony don't drill me to death.
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