Very vivid memory. Wait. I'm on your side. But I'm not believing. I'm not believing until I feel pressure On my lips Have you found the flag yet?  I planted it In the middle of your Sore Shoulder blades Sore from all the mushrooms And I / ve got Hallways full of mistakes I'm just by hungry anymore. At least not that kind of hungry. I'm hungry for water. For experience and triumph. For the mountain top. I hear there are Islands of arpeggios C sharp is my favorite Could it be secondhand?

You're like a painting. (Except) You are your own era.

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