would she take me stranded on air and spacewhere the sky seem harmonious
where it is warn with a dark secret
an affair too disturbing to imagine
no, she could not
she would not
she stand and tick my mind
she stare and into paranoid
the source of light
the artificial life
and meaning
it shines
around around always a shotgun
it kills the morning dance
the sorrow joy
it's so full
paranoia
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