I Have Found Importance!
In a time that rhymes, with men who mime, this world has lost it's value
It's as if the clock has kicked, it's last minute, straight down the avenue.
With a broken heart, it seems too smart, to continue my path along this line
Then all at once my senses would not give a response, excluding the chills down my spine.
For it seems, that in this meme, that I have found no service.
Like a river of sand, passing through a glass constructed land, rhyme needs no surface.
The only thing that I wish, with an undivided bliss, is for something like an orange.
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