kiss the forehead of your forefathers
so sweet they were with the grapes
and cremate them quickly never kiss again the
foreheads of your fore(fathers)
ugly your past you shallow bury
cremate your past and the shallow books,
seem to be as seeming dreams to be
as (dreaming)
and the fit they threw hit you
bury your ugly past you shallow bury your shovels
and ask questions and say why is past so ugly
anything is ugly if it is
thrown upon with (dirt did you throw)
Reason for writing:
hm... I couldn't say. But write me and I'll talk about it with you.
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