each one, reach one.
While everyone grows up to drop the fantasy of conviction I am growing younger by the day. I spent my childhood wringing back the tears, the torment and the lack of absolution into a faded green of open cornfields and their inherent martyrdom.
Send me off like a drifted cosmonaut.
I will spread this like a field of bees. I want to let you see what I see.
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