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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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