you never could hold your own
you know the ending of another tree
the last cloud you ate in thee, no more for we
you want more of thee to taste upon viva la vee...
know the truth of not holding your own
know the truth of not being able to hold the pen
no more straight shots towards another infinite word, no
no, no, no more pens, no more words, no more worlds...
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