Pluto is waiting, I'm just an alien, it’s August, the sun rises, for me, personally, doors are closing, why, because they haven’t been opened, seek and you will find, a fruit, a berry, dripping with juices, peaking out, from behind, the closet, I'm gay, it’s okay son, that’s normal, step by step, some things are still important, seasons change, but the world is there, so many children, a whole universe, inside your mind, bigger than you think, four inches, I'm such a crude man, quite blunt, dreaming of your sister, it keeps going, shouldn’t have seen it, I should get better at hiding, logically, I’m clean, but my soul, drenched in blood, it’s putrid, my character, each dimension, measured by the inches, I’m not an architect, but maybe one day, I’ll move up to management, did someone die, quite full, the water, and the cup, trying to clean up, but your son, he saw it, he’ll kill you one day, the story goes on, I smell it, in the distance, a reason for living…

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