And so, maybe I should say it
I repent for today
Until for the next day
Where I’m just going to go play
And hopefully, I won’t repent in this way
It was just a bad mix with, the onion
To balance, perspicacity to thine situation
Humbling, always in discourse from within
Crumbling
Until for the next day
Where I’m just going to go play
And hopefully, I won’t have to repent in this way
…
You see, it involves of a kind of lonesome; me
Maybe more, of a solitude
Maybe, like a Weezing, wandering alone
In a room
I hope that it went okay, and that you did become
The Moon, and the Sun
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I like Tamagotchis