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up up up past the right of human history, same questions.
you told a story to me but i laughed to hard to remember it. there's a star out there, bottom of it all, i can't think straight. i am not that gullible, but you are fooling me. it's the same thing everytime, step into a room, hands to pockets, swing side to side. "hello". a step back, farther farther up up. on the roof, we talked about something vital, she studies philosophy so she's got to be thinking, spit on two three turns away from an answer that means something. it's quite cyclic, but our conversation has a beautiful essence that is young and living. my web of knowledge is limited and shaped by everything that has ever been around me, i listen to music everyday that dresses me up. swirling, she slid into my memory. DONE