Tootsie Roll On A Bench

He said picture the sun only shining on you, focused with a microscope how could you hope to cope with such a short rope

Flames under pressure, sweating never ever to get better, spreading hot topics, I wish I cut holes through blankets, jean pockets

Cave of experiences, stream of consciousness, illuminating glimpses, advancement in something greater

Those who hate, unable to see or pass through, stargate, as hope breathes, believe in better places than this

Doors painted with children’s dreams lead to regeneration, as in remembering life before bad programming.

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