The hour glass starts
Grains fed on a dare
Take truth out
Shaved down
Cool with Nair
It takes a cold stare
To block Care Bears of crystal
Rub some angles
So content
Chill off that movement
Vent in space
Once frozen
Now municipal
Pushed with a cold jetstream
Going down in flames
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The following thoughts have filtered from a mind that has been oversaturated with images, screams, romance, text, and sounds since The Carter Administration. If you are not satisfied, then I recommend a double chocolate brownie from Starbucks with a tall bold of the day.
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