FUCK
And I didn't plan on this
At all
NO
Sorry, I planned on not
Existing
Helplessly lured by my
Typing fingers
I rescued a wandering world
Binge-thinking
Guns under pillows
And life still and meditating
Nonsense prevailed and
Drove North with creativity
On-wards, men
We cannot rest
After so much sleeping
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