Poem -

It Took Morning

Look
It took morning
For me too tell you this
Child who plays in water
In swing hitting that garĀ 
Edition sit in sweet
Here is the key
Now blind pick the final reciepe
Piss on the humble
Down grade a beast
Pause doll the title is here
Near you gives nothing for the candle
Sharing another lay cinder
Hang up the phone its the next flight
Here are the days an nights
Missing you
Struggle
Its good they want too kill this
Not you miss
Fact end and end
Heart jared
OkĀ 
How is it possible
You would be lonely
Read the book
FinancialĀ 
Will sentence daily for this home
Our plateĀ 
Taste the table
Shape of the placed world
Stick
This heart views maybe ecliptic
Joenz creamy ingredients
Settled picture
Brushed much of this pressure
It took morning
This combo come with flakes
Undecideds
Over for your beginningsĀ 
OkĀ 
Im not that one
Stepping where from being dead
Standing an knowing how it feels
If any tearĀ 
they run from the inside
Does it matter when
Thats how we move
Fan
It took morning misses
BloomĀ 
Deja still
So beautiful
Our lungs from unruled feet
Loving the angerĀ 
Do we really need the emptiesĀ 
Aight you never wore an unteeĀ 
Thanks for believing in our sites
Now how did i get back to this beach shore
Was it a boat not suns i am never here

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