when nothing remains, unhinge the projector, at the back of your brain-
voila- nothing remains! inject a syringe in a vignette's coagulate veins.
coddle the past and yet nothing remains, rosy ashes in a vase or a vase.
partial to this section for sure. pretty dope.
i had a verse roughly centered around an idea introduced in the first line entitled 'life is a motion picture'. this sparked a remembrance of writing that one.
final line was epic. iron giant shit.
wish this was longer but i definitely appreciated what you brought here with a few words.
thank you sur
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Zack Wicks for president
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