Listen to the lentils burning.
Looks backed by plain thoughts invoke curious demons.
ALLthough, Who knows what.
Who knows about it.
IT!
It in plain letters sticking to the plastic
It in abscence makes light to new paths
It is hungry and feeds on age.
It is unbeknownst to the vapid
It is savior to the embittered
It is subscribed to and relished in dream and lucidity.
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well. im tired and the bed is hungry for my skin
so g'night and hope is all you can cling to.
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