Five

Survive is what I remember from when I was five. But if you die it was your time perfect lives. Lord my soul to take dont let me break for me to seek and not search. A lot of men were immortalized as a perch caged next to their stoop.

Rook

They took my book. Gave me a look. Another route be firm don’t shout. Entailing inscriptions of visions dreams of finer things. Don’t mistake the moment when you could be monumental don’t get up to crawl. Life isn’t minuscule. So will and surviving must be more than living. Thrive.

Iso

Isolation built resolutions for me.. Back to sit-ins and house sits. Vacation from the sticks. To paint the picture of can’t transformation to shall ti be the only questionable thing in your diction. Ultra beam stunner hoping my words aren’t in utter blunder.

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