Appreciates death to illuminate the importance of now and everything we neglect or protect.
Dropping standards like your pants,
Nobody comes here just to dance.
The motion, the movement,
the music, the ocean.
Dates on a calendar.
I don't like anyone, haven't showered in days
Spent over a decade, saying it's just a ph(r)ase
The time has past, and has become as such.
A rippling puddle and a splintered crutch.
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