A Sick Joke (one land at time)A Poem by Davidgeo.A complete lack of internal imagination allows me to be extremely good at drugs and other things. my dear, quietly listen to me... ( i think we might be robots ) (event deleted) Why am I even concious of this? or ashamed of anything Any of this? you f**k! I am the answer to a complete lack of something... that I do not know this sets me Free Because my maker is the path of least resistance Death exists for this a complete lack of... And then it's gone. (like a whisper) we aren't made to make sense so come with me for no reason (we can whisper, about what it's like :) before the disjointed:( © 2017 DavidgeoAuthor's NoteReviews
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