my memory is a stretched piece of
spontaneous comb bust in: because
real eyes realize that acid
rainbows are falling & blending bullets to
spinning skin, are finding that one key
left to lose, are finding that one door
left to open..
"meet me in outer space.."
where a million is a thousand is a moment in a day..
("..& I need you to see this place..")
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