change it shape without no sorrow
looks like a giant from far below
don't even know somewhere to go
sky pale in midst nowhere
thy soul can't be in somewhere
even the sun reach it anywhere
there is a hole in the giant's there
sky..
brine down through thy winkers
besought the holy live savers
don't know you try harder
to understand the nary fakers
#ithurts
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