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Drifting eyes closed body floating like my own cloud that I personalized with my own name tatted on the edge
I am in the galaxy of constellations seen through the telescope of Tiffany you see that star it's named after me
Back on the gravity of Earth where rushing from A to B should be it's own occupation speeding through Death Valley in my unknown car with no title driving through invisible speed limits until I come to an stop in Colorado
Like the drug addict I stay shaking wanting more of my fix my sugar high my printed on paper that loses value the lower it drops high, that make my heart drop sex temporary you go home I accept, that title of the talent that I see you are more gifted like that genius I see across the street
I still want more of that fitting in like an piece that is squeezed into a puzzle of high school cliques that are now clueless adults, but the piece keeps popping out my feet says walk on Tiffany street, but my eyes glances toward deceit alley that grass on that side is fake and only last 2 hours I get on my bike of individuality and bike away
