[three hundred, fifty]
we live in a q-tip world,
if any nation gets too far involved
it hurts too much,
and they pull out and gasp,
i had a dream the other night,
or maybe it wasn't a dream,
but,
it was sort of like empty heads,
empty bulbs that should shine bright,
and yet they sit in their series, lifeless,
what season is this?
high-definition nations with bright smiles,
and dull eyes, blind eyes,
a disease in disguise.
focus: i wrote this in the shower.
Jess :]
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