Finding the pen to write with we lost the paper to write on then our thoughts were lost we stood at failure’s end with sunset sinking into the distance very noticeably we were on our own no jagger or dylan emphasizing our adventurism it rained rain is so very unpleasant while clothed (but when naked so soothing) This incoming laughter could be crying it could be ours or yours but if all eyes are pointed toward the land of deception toward the land of truth all that counts is that all eyes are pointed
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