heat is starting, got me
out here
burning
furnishing
out of a terror
praise to my one Terra.
as I move past these degrees
I see the charm –
that of a feather.
Sonic be where
I’m currently at –
outside hunger homie
with a french fry crave
“Cheesy Bacon Stack”
to cure a bout of my depression
fed by something lonely.
clocking in time in my brain
before I’m driven insane;
just know that
these syllables reflect
my valid principle.
and that’s from your$truly….
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