Life span
- Anna Biani
- Jul 24, 2016
- 1 min read
Could you possibly be a tone,
Realizing a flute?
It ends not with the tip of the cone.
Time to reboot.
Down at the bottom again,
Bound by the ball and chain.
Dancing with the composite part.
Outshine the elementary school.
Middle and high to open your heart.
Why won’t you stop playing a fool?
Be.
Unify like a scion,
Cation~
Stop the gibberish, turn a bit Sirius.
Why should you be all mysterious?
Cynomorpha are obsolete.
You’re in for a big treat.
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