arched over the white fence
my view has a slight bend
But I'm aware now
And I'm riding a ripple
to the edge of the world
sunset eyes,
cradled crescents of flipped moons,
the dark side melting
with innocent smiles of self-conscious modeling
insanity is what people say it is
who said the world is flat?
lines for this artificial conversation
creeping up my spine
like lemmings so I take
the first step
nonsense
consequences carry no weight when they land in the future.
when im sad i want to die young anyways
i've got dreams that need to be thrown into reality first
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