I can see the birds rowing their wings against the stream,
but they are not going anywhere…they are rowing and they are getting vertically moored.
I wonder after all these years of oceanic mayhem why they are still here to be existentially immortal…
I am seeing all these; sitting inside a room of white walls and a smoke detector…
some curtains with unshaped flowers on them…
And a window which goes parallel with the running waves.
I am here for three days and still I haven’t touched the salted genius…
All I needed were some chilled ones…some smokes when I can see the smokes crumble,
and an outside which can be smelled and felt being inside a concrete cube.
There’s no difference between me and those poor winged fuckers…
We both have been spoiled with isolation and the legends of defeated pirates getting life out of a sprouted island.
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Photograph: Google.
Genius so is it possible to add a genius breakdown to some of your bars
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Like rap music of songs in general to explain the deep lyrics
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good analogy
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Thank you. ☺️
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Sounds like you were in deep mediation!!!!
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☺️☺️
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Well i liked you posts… And followed you already 🙂
You my check my blog too and follow back to build up a community..
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Sure.
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