Masters (various)

Perfect relationships exists in heaven

When I walk into the bizarre

Avoiding conflict with a full time job

The character becomes you

We’re a revolving door trading in shadows for the ghost of Einstein

but the glass is on the outside

A sudden glut of faces beckons us to

lay down in your bed of masters

kept at joy The crowd with adulation bends allowing

True nature lazy as a river to burn eternally

i really think

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