My mind melts magnetic.

Pulled to the greater pole.

My soul is a drop of water.

Disconnected in the speed of rain;

only to find the ocean once again.

You are my friend.

Active culture is the ride.

Separation breaks us  into tides.

Ages are stages but thoughts are contagious.

So tired of watching the rage inflame us.

Popped Trust.

Dream of self-lust.

These ideas are far from Notorious

May not pop pistols or sip models while fucking Cristal.

I can roll it up and kick it.

That’s quite enough chirping from this self proclaimed cricket.

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