This one took to the wheelchair
for he feared to walk
Dare then its autumn now and
you wouldn't know a leaf
and that shade of brown, browner and decay
musical,
you said and over the wind...
love, love, love, its all expired
But then I'm semi relaxed for its the last exchange
Death, Nirvana, Satori and Kosher cheese
I needed,
needs,
please needs
Militant verses through the vent
prophet, perfumed and on a diet
Stylized and cured we now join
the multitudes
In that memory of a pure, primal joy
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