Farewell.

Say.

If I was me, and you were you,

Would they still all watch the things we do?

Exactly. So let's play our roles, shall we?

 

We deal with things, and people.

After you undo the church and the steeple.

And they walk around , dazed and confused, like a malicious refuse.

In a state of pandemonic craze, clouds of haze, childrens plays.

 

Take away from me, and I'll take a stab at you.

I think I'd like to try this one day, if it all goes my way.

 

You do what you want, and I'll do the same.

After all, it's not the tamer who needs to be tamed.

 

And you fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get and you turn
it into....nothing. And you're content. Eprops.

 

You listen to techno and eat clams. But does that make you a techno clam?

Portmanteau? No thanks, I'll have thousand island, not deja blue.

 

You try so hard. And you don't get very far?

Why so? Is that how it goes?

 

I guess this is where we say goodbye, and this time, I didn't cry.

 

 

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i super love your 5th stanza. Cute. :)