Going to college- the future's tomorrow
Today's
the time
to say
goodbye to old news
old shoes have grown too old
OUTGROWN
weeds growing too tall above the trees--
"get on your knees, bEtch"
you'll hear some of that
hear some of this:
squish, mist, christmas,
the fog emerges to reveal the beauty underneath
but you can only see it with eyes closed
nose knows no lies
realize my real lies
YOUR EYES SHINE WITH DIAMONDS
TWO-THOUSAND OH NINE
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