It's no surprise why I am up right now:
To send messages with no subjects
To doubt my very own existence,
Only made up of repeated plans.
Let me be my own Madagascar
Let my ports fill with clots;
I can tell what was gotten from me
In the purple between the grass.
Unforgotten and taken back,
Gravity has been waiting it out,
Just a cold rock burning up
Before it could fall down.
It's no surprise who is the best
Just because it can’t work out.
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