Wanders

The beat fades into the silence of the dusk. Wind blew every tear that well up the eyes. Now we have come a long way. Long way to make the beat survive.

Wishing every sunrise is about your face your smile, your fart. But nay, selfish desires are choking every human alive. So let it go. Raise thy hands. And let him fly. Lovingly watch him bloom in the morning when he wakes.

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