Box of chocolates

Does not exist
That intimacy
You been looking(never the less)
Bend low
To the stones
And look up
Only the birds soar
Man have only
Hovered in helicopters
Our Helium balloon went up like a fire cracker

Skating on thin ice
Lusting after
A favorable roll
Of the Dice
An invisible ant
Bit you on your balls

It’s an impossible position
A lonely place
The quest for reason
A taste of garlic leaves the breath
A Traitor to Their Biggy Best
From all angles
At every job
Through cities
Passing villages
Stupid
Dirty
Plastic cream
And cherries on top

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