You don't now have to worry about the skin touching against your own ideas
Raw possibilities made us cold with sweat so easily
Sudden and swift moments are missed
As though they were not so important so vital
The only thing we can escape is our constantly morphing train of thought
Don't get caught, brain will rot
Fill the slot with change for the better
Touching you, singing, dancing as a cancer
Fearing, hearing, trusting the answer
Facts are not trusting but apparently noticeable
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