try my flying machine, you will see
this earth as you've only dreamt of
dreaming, the people go away, the
wind grows quiet and the sun is
your friend, you sit atop the world
and smell, emptiness.
no, my sweet, you are not dead,
you are just in heaven.
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The musings of a mind. A mind of musings. We as a species put foot to ground, but, more specifically, we as a generation put word to screen. This is just an expression of my youth. Some days I'll express my frustration, others someone else's frustration. Ilya "Red Beard" Nikhamin
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