It’s the same with all you lose
Every room gets dusty
Every place gets dark
Except the bushes in the park
Lit up by the night
And necessity,
My last escape from what used to be
Assorted verse, analyses, opinions and instructions on how to improve the Multiverse.
It’s the same with all you lose
Every room gets dusty
Every place gets dark
Except the bushes in the park
Lit up by the night
And necessity,
My last escape from what used to be
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