liberdade
CoLTON Taylor ScAlLY 4269O 9O
just a jesTer on the hunt for the Noblest of queens I rebukE my WoRldY WanTs fOr tHe thIng i tRulY nEed
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fOrtUnA
as I clutched to my chest and feared for the rest my eyes slowly hollowed with words left unswallowed
time lapse photographic midday rush hour traffic wove a pattern of greed want hate give me I need
a planet in bloom suspended in time fortold inevitable doom
of a race in its prime beaneath three feet of tension
a chasm created apocalyptic mention for which we've all waited veiled in silky sheer stupidity the fragile flesh of all humanity
busted free from the confines giving way to that which shines