Racking up the numbers.
Counting down the days till I'll finally have that release.
It'll come for me soon.
I take the inner workings of thought and use them as my companions.
A group I long to be introduced to.
I want to win the race of world and venture.
Make it my mission to explore and clean out the long overdue, crevices, in the closest that is my subconscious.
That's who, where I want to belong to.
I rest my lids, keeping track of the dates, and time of the blissful.
It will collaspe.
Colored brilliance of confetti pieces of infatuation.
Tom, Rob, Bill, whomever.
They blend and digest slowly in my thoughts.
Exit my skull and find new residence in some other feminine brain.
Rain fall will abolish all that's trashed this shallow world of grim and negative manifesting.
Nesting in my chest is the remembrance of you.
But not for long.
Something more contemporary to my mind wil come around and redecorate.
You are just a common known style of male.
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