its nothing new to me
what a star is to a common man
or say a common guy/girl
I will not touch this scientific horrible reality
but its an absolute truth
I make sand dunes
that get blown up
morning
the evening
I find the reality crunch
around my hell non sense of my own self
time comes
and it does
I will come again
I remain
the beleaguered guy
toddling hard
even the softest touch
I know
it may be reality
you shall never come to me
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