OVER SLEPT

These things make sense
this circle of our truth
around and around we grow
meant to evolve along with
think it'd come au naturale
along the way we've crashed
tumbled down the rabid hole
over the edge of a cruel tenure
come to face us with its wind
don't resist it, greet it smiling
toe to toe, counter its rumble
breathe
enjoy
be

mrp wLaGa

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