OUT
OF A BRAVE NEW WORLD………
In
hanky baggage it comes to be mirror
Of
life in tissues, pebbles threw thud
Of
compassion in radiance to the be floor
In
clutter, flatter, batter
It
grew like a sea shore
Of
a time it court tabularasa In mall
In
time it pays for the pick and nick
Torches,
I closed eyes for in mall come to pick
Time
I know always ask for more
Under
my 20claws lye that matter
To
seek the leak out of the brave new world
I have come for peak
You
think pick?
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