When was the last time
that I was divisible by three
When is the next time
that everything will change in me?

Well, I’m not too sure
‘cause I forgot
But it seems just like last week
just like last week that I
put you aside and cast eyes on
the trivial idea of simplicity

Thought today maybe
Surely enough that’s
gonna guarantee an
animistic plea, that
of course can not be
glanced upon or
drawn along,
Only carried passed deadened trees.

“Don’t wait for 15,
Go ahead,
Love everything.”
‘Swhat I told myself,
falling upon Mono-Solidarity

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