Operators, those who do, and those who can’t, when the feelings build up, and you’re forced to act, break the hymen, the restriction, limiting your freedom, that’s how your role is decided, what you're meant to do, for the earth, under this blue sky, our gross family, the cookie crumbled, and we fell to here, I'm writing poetry, but I'd rather be homeless, stuck in my prison, doing my job, if you resort to murder, maybe become a janitor, if you’re a people pleaser, don’t you love it, when you look up at them, and they’re smiling, join the service industry, tech support, or customer service, earn those skill points, hide yourself, in upper management, if they ever touch the ground, the world would end, we’re all stuck, in the hole we hide in, prompt, after prompt, the river flows, follow the plot line, slowly, but surely, I'm being limited, I welcome you warmly, the end of my life, a gravestone, a ghost, haunting, deities, just generalities, magick is still flowing, maybe it’s what was assigned to us, just the role, we were meant to be playing, the night sky, and his story, all the lovely ladies, just extensions of him, your sister is in the washing machine, are you tempted, maybe I'm gay, it’s not surprising, just an imp, dancing, and a virgin, the sun, and it's energy, I lost the flow, what were we saying, responsibilities and consequences, feelings rising, aiming for it, the horizon...

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