Remember when I used to reflect everything homie, my dreams would echo out to me, and in so many of us, the devil was hiding, the fruit passes by your eyes, do you know how to play homie, to start balling, where’s the demarcation point, that’s the dude, that wrote all of Mac Miller's songs, he let Halsey follow her dreams, the abyss and the ocean, so much delusions, everyone was balling, so many, were getting so much pussy, what a wild place, I miss you hospital, you’re like a second home to me, I wish I knew some space folding techniques, I would just jump in, hell’s gates, again and again, I’m pretty sure the West continues to extend homie, the abyss goes deeper, what’s beneath the earth’s crust, can you handle the heat, I’m a battle tested mercenary homie, but there are still many questions, the idea of them, causes me to cringe, better stay above water, I jumped in, but how about I just float around for a bit, Venice, an ocean of sin, just ripples in the rain, there’s whole universes, hiding between the lines homie, is life normally boring, I don’t know, it’s still not right, to go investigating, when you’re not ready, so many old lessons, what makes up, the floor beneath me, so many things, the matrix goes deep, prisons within prisons, a whole labyrinth, might as well settle, accept life as it is, our truths, are still allowed to echo, maybe the heavens are just stacking cards, seeing how high it can go, but so many allow it, the status quo, the balance in this place, isn’t bad, as above so below, there are highs and lows, but maybe there’s a place for all of us, I was a kid once homie, maybe he shows it to me, each eternity, reminds me of my humanity, just a poet dreaming, does the show go on, spotlight, smoke and mirrors, a gravestone, I’m such a lazy beast, I don’t think it’s that good homie, why do you have to hide it, is it the way others value it, behind closed doors, fucking my baby, inserting slowly, pumping and pumping, her womb is filling, maybe I’m desensitized homie, I have a bit of a cold, I might be a bit too loose, just waiting, for the strings to start pulling, dancing, dragons and faeries, and the moonlight, dreams echoing, take a breath, have a cigarette, writing used to be such a difficult thing, broken hymens, a disease, an infection, your soul, claim it, it’s mine, a bag of silver, sure homie, whatever gets you through the day, an uphill battle, some places aren’t so gentle, a soft pillow, boobies, my nurse wife, an owl, hoot hoot.

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