I do not blend in with crowds
but with might i could desperately
In a pub filled with crowds; this
and in a rave filled with parks; t
but in an open space with one and

Demons
I will bring out the demons in you
I will close the trenches and make
The demons feed in you
They will feel what it’s like for

As may that it is, even though you
Philanderer,
Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c
With the hoard
Shouting in loud bars, even though

My favorite
Kind of people
Are poets,
Writers
But I respect

I love you more than the sky would
I love you more than the star woul
I love you oddly more than the win
I love you merrily more than the f
I love you weirdly more than plant

You don’t have to be in distress t
Just like you don’t have to breath
You don’t have to be tall to leap
You certainly don’t have to be sho
You don’t have to be loud to sing

I can’t
Promise you
Heaven
But we will
Be

A night in the dark with the crick
Undefined moaning of flashy eyes c
The hatching of egg sound with pie
From a very tall stripped tree,
The moon and the stars paints;

Let grieve become incompetent
For all boat should sail on roads,
And mountain should bow to every
Origin of loyalty and success our
Story impose, life is a canal and

I need to
Get
Myself a
Typewriter
It’s like