its hot, im sticky.
hes feverish im apathetic.
verse:
its dry, im swimming.
hes feverish i worry.
road to take? anyone?
i set paths for my self
i pave along the highways of my mind, i carve the trafic lights out of neutrons and tare down the stop signs, because i would know, when to stop and when to go.
right?
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