I'm wondering If it exists Not only absolutely but for anybody- It's such a clique no more pure than a worker on Colfax Avenue. I've always been amazed. How certain you all are Every time Like it's the first Every time the same But your mouth utters the words "it's different, this time" We really don't realize How lost it is When we think it's found How ambiguos it is When it seems so obvious. It's stained and raped Mislabeled and manipulated Misdirected and conditional. In a few places hide-a-ways And uninhabited islands it still grows wild Not defiled- only the best or luckiest, more likely Will be the only ones to find it.Birth sign: Gemini
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