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Writer's pictureSimon Templar

Gray Gravel



Spinning gravel flying all around We are drowned by that empty sound


Give me your hand girl We are going take a picture


Right around all that travel Empty this vessel into my cadaver


Stop. This life is all I've got We are that budding flower pot


We wanna live on dammit Lets hump like a rabbit


The species shadow under you Blanket of biological gew anew


My neural wires warm me My consciousness branches grow free


What are we so new to do Aware of thee all dressed in blue

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