Shine like virtue
The puzzles way
Abstract like me
And all I wanted
A desecration to normality
And my head is still flipped towards fuck up
The other side of the coin proves unrelenting. Without thread
On the sides.
To affirm its texture.
Puzzle craft
And neither choice was broken by 3 boys who had left a token
And abstract became mellow.
And waiting became the puzzle game.. that’s alright.
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