Being sucked into still images
moving along with an artificial taste
the kind that comes equipped
with your favorite childhood meal
Torn apart at the waistline
building a foundation out of legos
We share the same the sky as the stars
yet are reduced to crumbs in the universe
I guess we can sing and hope
jupiter gives us a standing ovation
for better reasons I cannot understand
I shall hope the wind drowns me in her
most brightest hour | 
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